our lady of the dark country

take a toll we can afford

she'll raise a fever

if we can't raise a sword

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as the dog star follows

leashed to the sun

sip your honeysuckle wine

'cause she's blooming in your blood

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our lady of the dark country

take the time to hold us close

as the cold in your arms shake

and the hot in your arms glow

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feel the continents shudder

as their empires quake

on her wings in the night

now she's roosting in your veins 

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she drank water till she tasted cream

and now we're peeling bark off of these cinchona trees

lead lined coffins in porto bello soil 

that my countrymen will fill 

when freed from your toil

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our lady of the dark country

hear this song we sing for you 

as you dance our children ragged

and gnaw upon our roots 

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every stitch brings a tear

that we have yet to sew

oh no, oh no

there's still so far to go 

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even young as you are

you may still fall 

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