When the stars align,
and the winds cry,
and signs point north,
But still, set forth
for west or south or east.
We blind our eyes,
head toward the beast
and are shocked to find
ourselves the feast.
When the stars align,
and the winds cry,
and signs point north,
But still, set forth
for west or south or east.
We blind our eyes,
head toward the beast
and are shocked to find
ourselves the feast.