Ten Lions
WILLIAM FITZSIMMONS · Lions 2014 · Track 12 of 12
Ten lions on a hill Their mouths are opened wide They call to you with love But blood is in their eyes
Her arms were opened wide Her legs upon your chin Your breasts were wrapped in white Held tight against your skin
Come lie in the light with me I want you fears and all
I see you like a child Your shorter hair is grown She holds you like a pearl She lost among the thorns
Ten lions on a hill Now satiate your blood So rest ye now above In shelter from their harm