St. Paul of the Tarantulas

Oh St. Paul of the Tarantulas
Take this one
She's on fire

That moon is bleeding in a poison sky
Take us to the chapel of St. Paul
Summon the minstrels of the town
Bring us guitar
The organetto
The castanet
The horn
And the drum

Now she is waking in a world we cannot see
(O tarantula, O tarantella)
Where the devils and the ghosts are writhing in the trees
(O tarantula, O tarantella)
Sweat from her brow is pooling in the sheets
(O tarantula, O tarantella)
She casts them off, staggers to the street
(O tarantula, O tarantella) We gather in the square now, children

Cristina, drive out your poison
Cristina, drive it out or die
I see them, the men are weeping in the square now

(O tarantula, O tarantella)
(O tarantula, O tarantella)
(O tarantula, O tarantella)
(O tarantula, O tarantella) Weeping the square now

Drive out your sin, child
Cristina, or die

Gods turn and laugh
There's no respite from the past
It squats like a spider
In the shadow you cast

Gone, gone, the wasted days
Gone and gone all the useless prayers
Death, death, the rack and pail
Wrap her now in her father's veil