Harbinger
We are the hymn singer, we are the seed bringer
We are the changeling, the blood tide, the harbinger
We are the tale keeper, we are the field reaper
We are the mother, the virgin, the church steeple
We are the Bible sin, we are the sisters Grimm
We are the fae folk, the siren, the whore within
I don't care what they say, I pray to gods this way
Betwixt the bramble, the boulders, the harvest hay
Showed you my river spot, I don't know what I thought
You cannot sense what I sense, feelings time forgot
You're just a man, I guess, you do not live obsessed
Weaving some meaning, some myth in your party dress
We are the hymn singer, we are the seed bringer
We are the changeling, the blood tide, the harbinger
We are the tale keeper, we are the field reaper
We are the mother, the virgin, the church steeple
We are the Bible sin, we are the sisters Grimm
We are the fae folk, the siren, the whore within
I don't care what they say, I pray to gods this way
Betwixt the bramble, the boulders, the harvest hay
We are the hymn singer, we are the seed bringer
We are the changeling, the blood tide, the harbinger
We are the tale keeper, we are the field reaper
We are the mother, the virgin, the church steeple
We are the Bible sin, we are the sisters Grimm
We are the fae folk, the siren, the whore within
We are the changeling, the blood tide, the harbinger
We are the tale keeper, we are the field reaper
We are the mother, the virgin, the church steeple
We are the Bible sin, we are the sisters Grimm
We are the fae folk, the siren, the whore within
I don't care what they say, I pray to gods this way
Betwixt the bramble, the boulders, the harvest hay
Showed you my river spot, I don't know what I thought
You cannot sense what I sense, feelings time forgot
You're just a man, I guess, you do not live obsessed
Weaving some meaning, some myth in your party dress
We are the hymn singer, we are the seed bringer
We are the changeling, the blood tide, the harbinger
We are the tale keeper, we are the field reaper
We are the mother, the virgin, the church steeple
We are the Bible sin, we are the sisters Grimm
We are the fae folk, the siren, the whore within
I don't care what they say, I pray to gods this way
Betwixt the bramble, the boulders, the harvest hay
We are the hymn singer, we are the seed bringer
We are the changeling, the blood tide, the harbinger
We are the tale keeper, we are the field reaper
We are the mother, the virgin, the church steeple
We are the Bible sin, we are the sisters Grimm
We are the fae folk, the siren, the whore within
Credits
Writer(s): Maria Joaquina Keim Rockwell
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