Tongues of Wild Boar

Lick my chapped lips on disdain
The wins did not burn my desire
Pickle preserve in the remains
Of a once all-consuming fire

Ply a needle in the eye of a storm
That's brewing at the sea
Feel the weight of heavy sky
Disguise the urges of my plea

Seek the cinders to transmit
A heat that will keep us afoot
And raise white lanterns on the morrow
Healing beams into this trough

Tongues of wild boar gave me your word
Tongues of wild boar
Tongues of wild boar gave me your word
Tongues of wild boar

Tongues of wild boar gave me your word
Tongues of wild boar
Tongues of wild boar gave me your word
Tongues of wild boar