Claws

Have you seen the night my friend?
Have you seen its most dead end?
So why don’t you
Show me your claws?

Nothing’s as tragic as passion repressed
Nothing as noble as a moon to undress
Slow

Oh
Your mouth’s tasting like blood
Oh
Your mouth’s tasting like blood
Oh
The rain turns into flood with this wisdom undead and nothing left to regret
So our storm is all set
Oh
Show me your claws

How do you feel tonight my friend?
Are you enjoying the red dream you see?
Inside of all your dreams you see
There’s the crooked and vague shape of a myth
Your real way to be

Oh
A fire that burns from below
Oh
The supernatural growl of your soul held from above
A beast finally released
From the false talk of the priest

Never forget what’s the work of the witch
Never forget what’s the work of the witch
Never forget what’s the work of the witch
Never forget what’s the work of the witch

Oh
And the dream of Lilith
Oh
She’s gonna show you her claws
Oh
She’s gonna show you her claws, what’s hidden under her gown
The classic theme of return
And of your moral undone

Oh
Show me your claws

Never forget what’s the work of the witch

From the album At the Magic Door, by Strega.
Lyrics by Delia Morrigan.
Music by Petri Lahti-Nuuttila and Delia Morrigan.
Cover illustration by Delia Morrigan.