(Notes From the Trial of) La Curandera Songtext
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(Notes From the Trial of) La Curandera Songtext
Did you not grant quarter to the demon, giving treatment to its wounds?
And would you not consider it unnatural to be born outside the womb?
We eagerly await your response and your best defense
La curandera is the young girl
In a linen dress, in a linen dress of white
She dances on black sand in the night
In a linen dress, in a linen dress of white
Let us vote to dunk the witch in the river Styx and photograph the lye
So in the shadow of Cerebus her spirit will reside
La curandera is the young girl
In a linen dress, in a linen dress of white
She dances on black sand in the night
In a linen dress, in a linen dress of white
Bird in the fire, mouthful of sand
King of the briar, mouthful of sand
The scale and feather, the lock and key
The lord of weather, the beast at peace
Shed not a tear for humanity
God fetch my stars
Shed not a tear for humanity
God fetch my stars
And would you not consider it unnatural to be born outside the womb?
We eagerly await your response and your best defense
La curandera is the young girl
In a linen dress, in a linen dress of white
She dances on black sand in the night
In a linen dress, in a linen dress of white
Let us vote to dunk the witch in the river Styx and photograph the lye
So in the shadow of Cerebus her spirit will reside
La curandera is the young girl
In a linen dress, in a linen dress of white
She dances on black sand in the night
In a linen dress, in a linen dress of white
Bird in the fire, mouthful of sand
King of the briar, mouthful of sand
The scale and feather, the lock and key
The lord of weather, the beast at peace
Shed not a tear for humanity
God fetch my stars
Shed not a tear for humanity
God fetch my stars
Writer(s): Neil Fallon, Jean-paul Gaster, Dan Maines, Richard Timothy Sult Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
