Maw -Her Name Is Calla
A Pyre's meant for burning
And that's just what she'll do
There was nothing we could
The Mead abets the Maw
And writes its sentence out
There was nothing I could
Fingers fault the loom
Dancers to the blade
There was nothing they could do
A briquette diaphragm
Drawn taught against the breeze
The was nothing you could do
[00:25.92]Maw -Her Name Is Calla
[00:53.13]A Pyre's meant for burning
[00:58.86]And that's just what she'll do
[01:04.34]There was nothing we could
[01:13.05]The Mead abets the Maw
[01:18.60]And writes its sentence out
[01:24.30]There was nothing I could
[02:26.88]Fingers fault the loom
[02:32.46]Dancers to the blade
[02:37.98]There was nothing they could do
[02:47.25]A briquette diaphragm
[02:52.23]Drawn taught against the breeze
[02:57.75]The was nothing you could do