Twelve o'Clock Chant lyrics

Hold me hard light, soft light hold me,

Moonlight in your mountains fold me,

Sunlight in your tall waves scald me,

Ironlight in your wires shield me,

Deathlight in your darkness wield me.

In burlap bags the bankers sew me,

In countries far the merchants sell me,

In icy caves the princes throw me,

In golden rooms the doctors geld me,

In battlefields the hunters rule me.

I will starve till prophets find me,

I will bleed till angels bind me,

Still I sing till churches blind me,

Still I love till cog-wheels wind me.

Hold me hard light, soft light hold me,

Moonlight in your mountains fold me,

Sunlight in your tall waves scald me,

Ironlight in your wires shield me,

Deathlight in your darkness wield me.