Heaven is burning.
The crimson sky digs at the Earth
raging with velveteen shadows
wind whistling and wailing away
her screams and her shame and her sin
demons dangling dusty dry tongues
eager to lap up all her hope
staining the rug

Chorus:
And in the sky
Death is dancing
with the Desert, singing of sins
and wind and blood
in the dreams of
dragons dying
in the depths of
a young girl’s womb.

There’s a guitar
in the corner where he he left it
a promise to return someday
to soften the shine of the song
he sang passing through her darkness
she was a starry silhouette
he meant to conquer and forget
inside the night

Chorus:
And in the sky
Death is dancing
with the Desert, singing of sins
and wind and blood
in the dreams of
dragons dying
in the depths of
a young girl’s womb.

The red halflight
of serpent-ridden storms has stained
the hands of prairie folk praying
with no thought for young girls bleeding
away the faith of salvation
the foundation is shivering
this house, not meant to stand against
serpentine winds

Chorus
And in the sky
Death is dancing
with the Desert, singing of sins
and wind and blood
in the dreams of
dragons dying
in the depths of
a young girl’s womb.

And she lays there
waiting weeping wondering where
those whispered words of withered love
were whipped away to on the wind
the dust dries up his blood mingled
in careless loving with her life
savaged now by serpents seeded
in starlit lust

Chorus:
And in the sky
Death is dancing
with the Desert, singing of sins
and wind and blood
in the dreams of
dragons dying
in the depths of
a young girl’s womb.

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