Chelsea Wolfe - The Mother Road

Took the mother road

Down to goddess flesh

I swallowed the key

I want to learn to swallow my pain

Hallowed the fruit, hallowed thy name

Guess I needed something to break me

Guess I needed something to shake me up

Guess I needed someone to break me

Guess I needed someone to shake me out

Afraid to live, afraid to die

Building a broken but precious web

Like a spider in Chernobyl

And when the cattle low, something is on the horizon

I do not have a child

But I'm old enough to know some pain

And I'm hell bent on loving you

Women know what it is to endure

Guess I needed something to break me

Guess I needed something to shake me up

Guess I needed someone to break me

Guess I needed someone to shake me out

It was you

It was you

Bloom and eclipse them, wake up and transform

Bloom and eclipse them, wake up and transform

Bloom and eclipse them, wake up and transform

Bloom and eclipse them, wake up and transform

Bloom and eclipse them, wake up and transform

Bloom and eclipse them, wake up and transform

Bloom and eclipse them, wake up and transform

Bloom and eclipse them, wake up and transform

Guess I needed something to break me

Chelsea Wolfe - Little Grave

When I was a little one

I'd follow you into the sun

I held your hand

You held me then

I went outside

You never saw me again

Sunrise

Sunset

Sunrise

Sunset

Touch not ye my little grave

For mama is now far away

They lay me there

And there I lay

You can't fight guns with guns - we'll all perish that way

Sunrise

Sunrise

Sunrise

Sunset

And the blue dreams keep on calling me

Sunrise

Sunrise

Sunrise

Sunset

Chelsea Wolfe - Be All Things

Walking the old path turned me towards death
The ravens woke at dawn
And daylight plumed my skin
Then the air was full, simply composed of prey

I cannot stop
I want to be all things
I’ve got to let go
I want to be all things

Warriors, newborns, and queens
The lion and the wolf
Gnarling at eternal sleep

Let it burn
Hear it groan
Restrained desire
Cast it down

I cannot stop
I want to be all things
I’ve got to let go,
I want to be all things

I cannot stop
I want to be all things
I’ve got to let go
I want to be all things

Chelsea Wolfe - Preface To A Dream Play

Preface to a dream play
Time and space do not exist here
And everything is possible
Throw a spear into the unknown
The clock hands begin to melt away
Replaced by the marching of your army

You were right
You were right

Those were the days
When your hair was wild and long
Those were the days
When we could do no harm
You gave it away and all you can say is
You gave it away and all you can say is

You were right
You were right
You were right
Ingmar

Hell is on earth
Hell is on earth
Hell is on earth
Hell is on earth