Lyric Still There ll Be More

I ll bathe my eyes in a river of salt
I ll grow myself right up to the sky
I ll sing in the forest, tear down the trees
I ll foul all the fountains and trample the leaves
I ll blacken your Christmas and piss on your door
You ll cry out for mercy, but still there ll be more

I ll put a blight in the orchard
I ll run wild through the fields
I ll waylay your daughter and kidnap your wife
Savage her sexless and burn out her eyes
I ll blacken your Christmas and piss on your door
You ll cry out for mercy, but still there ll be more