I come in the breath of the dead

Bathing in my papa′s blood

Bare-boned and covered in redWaiting on that evening flood

And I came on a ship on fire

To the seas you call your home

Climbed down from the highest spire

I disappear with the ocean foam

I collect all the things I need

I collect all the things I need

I collect all the things I need

I came in the name of the dead

To bring my neck to the blade

Come down where the tempests led

Milon, irago, lamal

We got seven different letters in seven rows

They go widdershins, sideways, vertical

Collected by the old man tied to the seaside

By the woman tied to the grave

I come in the name of the dead

Bathing in my papa's blood

Bare-boned and covered in red

Waiting on that evening flood

I came in the name of the dead

To bring my neck to the blade

Come down where the tempests led

Milon, irago, lamal

We got seven different letters in seven rows

They go widdershins, sideways, vertical

Collected by the old man tied to the seaside

Milon, irago, lamal

Nobody waiting on you

You better run, son

Nobody waiting on you

You better run, son

Nobody waiting on you

You better run, son

Nobody waiting on you

You better run

Doreh

Orire

Rinir

Eriro

Herod

Milon

Irago

Lamal

Doreh

Orire

Rinir

Eriro

Herod

Milon

Irago

Lamal

We got seven different letters in seven rows

They go widdershins, sideways, vertical

Collected by the old man tied to the seaside

Milon, irago, lamal

Nobody waiting on you

You better run, son

Nobody waiting on you

You better run, son

Doreh

Orire

Rinir

Eriro

Herod

Milon

Irago

Lamal

You better run

Doreh

Orire

Rinir

Eriro

Herod

Milon

Irago

Lamal

You better run