Bruce Haack

Lyrics to Invocation

With this song I now thee wed

Dead to living, living dead

Holding on with spider's thread

To every word that liars said



I call upon the trees to speak

For the weary and the weak

May the wind of winter blow

Everything that liars know

May they believe they kept the truth

From tender, telepathic youth



(Assassins, assassins, assassins)