All Them Witches

All-seeing eye of GodPack up your tents to travelThrough lowland countrysideLay down your hammers, brotherThrough open passagewaysI felt my breath grow shallowLend me your voice, oh GodTo scream and shout and bellowChew up your love then swallowChew up your love then swallowChew up your love then swallowThree