Well a prayer for rain or an end to pain Is a difficult prayer to sell As the pretty West Virginia girls know it all too well I guess you could blame the crosseyed saints For tearing a town in two For a shape from the fires of Hell just passin' through Well three little sisters did no wrong They were gathering moss in the house of dawn With the prettiest voices raised in song When the day turned black as night Then the devil appeared in the form of a deer With its antlers painted red And circlin' round was the Devilblack Hound And this is what he said: אני משחתת של עולמות. באתי לכאן רעב ולובש על צווארי. אל תנסה לקרוא לי בשם, כי אין לי שם. אל תנסה לעצור אותי, כי באתי לסיים את כולך. "What kinda language is that?" said the girl with the slackjaw And the chickenbonechina doll And the thing reared up on its two hind legs (it was seven children tall) So they split for the trees and they scraped their knees And heard the blood in their temples pound Under the deafening sound of the Devilblack Hound As it hunted each one down Crying out for providence The youngest fell behind Shining teeth and innocence, Well, they intwined "Sister dear, I love you so And I swear I'll never let you go And if skyward bound, our souls may float Right back from where they came..." But one hand from the other was released And the middleborn one found herself in the jaws of the beast The only trace of her that he left behind Was her chickenbonechina doll And the smell of the blood that runs within us all And the snow came down On the girl and the beast And the stillness between them now She said, "I know what you do, and I know who you are. Yeah, I heard you were born from the distance between the stars. You're the damnable sea, you're the needle in all of our hearts. You're the Terminal King, and your armies will cut us apart." "For death you were born, for love you shall die. Every page of your rotting refrain come aflame in the light. Your kingdoms'll burn, your languages lost in an ocean of silver sound. You'll crawl to your vessel intact (perhaps) but the rats will be gnawing on your crown!" In her throat her breath was caught and tied into a lover's knot In her throat her breath was caught and tied into a lover's knot In her throat her breath was caught and tied into a lover's knot In her throat her breath was caught and tied into a lover's knot Three little sisters on their own They were gathering moss in a field of stone With the ice of the morning on their bones And the silence, how she hung So kids, be careful, kids, be free And rule your kingdoms fearlessly For winter with your enemies has come