The Vipers

You have to wade through the dogs, the vipers, the preachers, the brands
With nothing between you and their sharpened [?] teeth
Only the skin over your pale ivory skeleton
You have to wade through the dogs, the vipers, the preachers, the brands

They can tear at the flesh
They can blacken tissue
They can bleed you
But they can't break the...
They can tear at the flesh
They can blacken tissue
They can bleed you
But they can't break the bones

And when you're through
When all that's left
Is your breath on the air
And their howls behind you
Raise the child in your arms to the sun
To the sun
To the sun

Give her light
Give her light
Give her light
Give her the light