Mormo and the Well

At the bottom of the well
On the spider’s web
Molten wax rolls down her cheeks while the pyre engulfed her old body
And at the bottom of the well the mourners wave the last goodbye
Behind their veils they grin, ratcheting teeth sing through the smoke:
«Take my body, bring me back my innocence, from the abyss of the underworld
where the table’s laid»
And he will devour. It. All
Soar away, ovr the guilt and pain
You opened th door to his army, don’t you cry now, child, now soar. Away
High over the city walls
Soar away