Of Control from Water, Water by God Root

I am the name you've engraved into stone 
I am the master of all that I see 
I am the sound that consumes your silence 
I am the fire that spills into your lungs 
I am the fear that betrays your temple 


I am the master of my own temple 


I wait for the earths mind to be made up 
The loss of the light is a sign of remembrance 
As I fall away from the dream I'm awakened 
The roots under rocks cannot mold my bones yet 


When stars are contagious 
When the roots have their grasp on me 
Then I'll know it's time 


Cold is the wind, when the howl is born 
A siren to speak to blood 
Shadows crawl and snake to dust 
and the dirt shrieks its warnings thus: 


The wolves have come child 
The wolves have come

• Experimental
• acid-folk
• drone
• folk
• post-punk
• Red Lion