Ancestors, The Ancients - Chelsea Wolfe

I feel rapid

I feel rapid

Release your dead

Release your dead

Holy ancestors

Holy ancestors

I saw in you, a pattern

I saw the reason why

They never saw it in you

But I swear, I saw it then

In my head, there’s a war

In the end, it’s a horror

Can’t help the chemical’s form

In my head, there’s a warrior

I saw in you, a pattern

I saw the reason why

He never saw it in you

But I swear, I saw it then

Release your dead

Release your dead

Holy ancestors

Holy ancestors

In my head, there’s a war

In the end, it’s a horror

The urge to kill, getting stronger

In my head, there’s a warrior

And it’s a war to feel whole

And it’s a fear to feel at all

And it’s the wonder at love

And it’s the weight of her

For me, they’ve bled

Those wild men

To give me dreams

To bring me dreams