Smoke rising up from the gate where they got her To take her away from the face of her father
Bitter the break in the battles raging To imitate all the saddle taken Ain't no trace of the place where they brought her True tell tale your throat's on fire Bones held kept with baling wire Somewhere you were baiting the buyer Desecrating the names of the gods of their fathers Elevating the shame and profaning the water
Gravity guides every action downwards Averting their eyes like a mindless coward Innocents in the place of their power True to tell tale your throat's on fire Bones held kept with baling wire Somewhere you were baiting the buyer Smoke rising up from the gate where they got her
To take her away from the face of her father Bearing no trace of the place where they brought her