Built on Bones Lyrics

DOUBLE DOUBLE

(ft. Alisa Amador and Lizzy Ross of Violet Bell)

Double Double Toil and Trouble

Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble

Double Double Toil and Trouble

Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble

Emily:

Eye of newt and toe of frog,

Wool of bat and tongue of dog,

Adder’s fork and blindworm’s sting,

Lizard’s leg and magpie wing.

Double Double Toil and Trouble

Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble

Double Double Toil and Trouble

Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble

Alisa:

Dirt of earth, and bones of trees

Nightshade, and children’s teeth

Ring around the rosey fall

Autumn’s coming, raven calls

Double Double Toil and Trouble

Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble 

Double Double Toil and Trouble

Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble

Emily:

Harvest moon, full up with blood

Bodies buried in the mud

Creeks that cut, through wood so dark

Arrow ripped from lovers heart

Double Double Toil and Trouble

Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble

Double Double Toil and Trouble

Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble

Lizzy:

Ashes of our sisters burned

Nothing ventured, nothing earned

Foxglove flower, silent doom

The wolves are out, they’ll be here soon

(Howl)

Double Double Toil and Trouble

Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble

Double Double Toil and Trouble

Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble

 Double Double Toil and Trouble

Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble

Double Double Toil and Trouble

Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble

Double

Sleep No More

(ft. Alisa Amador and Lizzy Ross of Violet Bell)

Sleep no more, sleep no more

Go and wash the dress you wore

Blood is on your hands and floor

Sleep no more, sleep no more

Sleep no more, sleep no more

Hades whispers at your door

The wine is tainted that you pour

Sleep no more, sleep no more

Sleep no more, sleep no more

Your lover came home from the war

Darkness followed him from shore

Sleep no more, sleep no more

Sleep no more, sleep no more

The child that you never bore

Was spared the evil here in store

Sleep no more, sleep no more

Sleep no more, sleep no more

Go and wash the dress you wore

Blood is on your hands and floor

Sleep no more, sleep no more

Sleep no more, sleep no more

Old Gods (Minor Reprise)

(ft. Alisa Amador and Lizzy Ross of Violet Bell)

Carry my prayers on the ocean

Carry my prayers on the sea

And if you are meant to be mine, love

One day you’ll come home to me

But are you a trick of the memory

That the old gods are playing on me

Carry my prayers on the ocean

Carry my prayers on the sea

Your blue eyes are there when I close mine

I see your sweet face when I dream

My heart is all ragged in pieces

Bleeding at every seam

But are you a trick of the memory

That the old gods are playing on me

Carry my prayers on the ocean

Carry my prayers on the sea

I’m down on my knees at a crossing

Wondering which way to go

But all roads are dark through the valley

And I’ll learn to walk them alone

But are you a trick of the memory

That the old gods are playing on me

Carry my prayers on the ocean

Carry my prayers on the sea

No wine and no song can soothe me

I’m pierced by the arrows of pain

I’ll lay in the grass by the mountain

And summon the wind and the rain

But are you a trick of the memory

That the old gods are playing on me

Carry my prayers on the ocean

Carry my prayers on the sea

Carry my prayers on the ocean

Carry my prayers on the sea

Men and Moons by Emily Scott Robinson

 (ft. Alisa Amador and Lizzy Ross of Violet Bell)

Emily solo:

What’s to tell of men and moons

As Januarys melt to Junes

As shadows lengthen afternoons

Rising, falling men and moons

Life will come and life will go

With nothing at the end to show

For Sound and fury, rivers flood

To wash the field of battle’s blood

Lizzy enters:

Through lying oaths and hollow speech

And steel that pierces, each to each

Protect the faeries, shield the crown

And plant our hearts in sacred ground

Alisa enters:

Aid my voice and aid my love

Turn mine eyes to stars above

Guard my journey through the night

And keep for me a guiding light

Bless this land to which we’re bound

By gravity of joyful sound

Feed the hearth and feed the herd

Hope must stand on every word

What’s to tell of men and moons

As Januarys melt to Junes

As shadows lengthen afternoons

Rising, falling, men and moons

Waxing, waning, men and moons

Rising, falling, men and moons