I come in the breath of the dead
Bathing in my papa′s blood
Bare-boned and covered in redWaiting on that evening flood
And I came on a ship on fire
To the seas you call your home
Climbed down from the highest spire
I disappear with the ocean foam
I collect all the things I need
I collect all the things I need
I collect all the things I need
I came in the name of the dead
To bring my neck to the blade
Come down where the tempests led
Milon, irago, lamal
We got seven different letters in seven rows
They go widdershins, sideways, vertical
Collected by the old man tied to the seaside
By the woman tied to the grave
I come in the name of the dead
Bathing in my papa's blood
Bare-boned and covered in red
Waiting on that evening flood
I came in the name of the dead
To bring my neck to the blade
Come down where the tempests led
Milon, irago, lamal
We got seven different letters in seven rows
They go widdershins, sideways, vertical
Collected by the old man tied to the seaside
Milon, irago, lamal
Nobody waiting on you
You better run, son
Nobody waiting on you
You better run, son
Nobody waiting on you
You better run, son
Nobody waiting on you
You better run
Doreh
Orire
Rinir
Eriro
Herod
Milon
Irago
Lamal
Doreh
Orire
Rinir
Eriro
Herod
Milon
Irago
Lamal
We got seven different letters in seven rows
They go widdershins, sideways, vertical
Collected by the old man tied to the seaside
Milon, irago, lamal
Nobody waiting on you
You better run, son
Nobody waiting on you
You better run, son
Doreh
Orire
Rinir
Eriro
Herod
Milon
Irago
Lamal
You better run
Doreh
Orire
Rinir
Eriro
Herod
Milon
Irago
Lamal
You better run
