Swollen and Halo - Baroness

The steel that sleeps the eye

Needs nor tax nor toll

The kings with men might lie

Swollen and halo’d

Her sweetest skin burns

Now I’ve buried all the gold beneath my hide

Now I’ll swallow breath with blood

Of pole and anchor

Of stone and mitre

Of God and beast and

Wine and piss and

Bread and fish and man

The virgin ground stains

Now we’ve wandered through the polestar’s dusty floe

And my crown is breath and blood