Crone Dance Songtext
von Emma Ruth Rundle & Thou

Our movements are godlike, mirroring themselves
In waves, the winds
The movements of growth

Where the inner impulse meets the outer force
A cure for the affliction of static destiny

Our bodies propelled by rooted urgency
Enthralled by expressive
Depressive ache

Where the inner impulse meets thе outer force
A cure for thе affliction of static destiny


My friends they don′t scream
My friends don't crawl

By our frenzied ecstatic knowledge
Shall the chambers be full
By our frenzied ecstatic knowledge
Shall the chambers be full
By our frenzied ecstatic knowledge
Shall the chambers be full


By our frenzied ecstatic knowledge
Shall the chambers be full
By our frenzied ecstatic knowledge
Shall the chambers be full
By our frenzied ecstatic knowledge
Shall the chambers be full