Now Michel was a man 
He rode his horse high
knife in his hand 
Cold rain in his eyes
knife in his hand 
He curses the sky 
 [bad word] woman come woman
Out from the deep 
Take the knife from my hand
Make your love to me 
We leave blood in the sand 
As we swim in the sea

Take a branch from the tree
Draw circles in red dirt 
branch from the tree 
stick from the ground 
stone from the deep 
Draw circles in red dirt 

"Cold rain in my eyes, 
knife in her hand 
We draw circles in red dirt 
And curse the land" 

In her red velvet 
She holds her cigar
Looks in the mirror
Drinks [bad word] 
Chants in the mirror 
As smoke fills her face 

We light the candles 
Send them out to sea 
Light the candles 
Send them out to sea 
In silent boats 
We send them out to sea 

Take a branch from the tree
Draw circles in red dirt 
branch from the tree 
stick from the ground 
stone from the sea 
Draw circles in red dirt 

Now Michel was a man 
He rode his horse high 
knife in his hand,
cold rain in his eyes 
knife in his hand,
he curses the sky 
 [bad word] woman come woman  [bad word] out from the sea 
You took the knife from my hand 
And you made love to me 
You left my blood in the sand 
As I sink to this deep. 

Eshu Eshu
Eshu Eshu
Eshu