One mother rises

Pulling the sheets from the crib

All the disguises

Wandering stars, what she did

All the kings horns, all the kings horns

Saddled and worn

Raise the dead

Holy and infant

He came to raise up the dead



Wandering wisemen

What did you bring to his bed

Shapeless surprises

Incense to bring to the dead

Nothing is wrong, it's what she did

All the kings horns and kings men 

Nothing is wrong its what she did

All the kings horns and kings men



Nothing is wrong its what she did

All the kings horns raise the dead

Nothing is wrong its what she did

All the kings horns