Axe for the King

Verse 1

Drum skins rattle against my open palms

Sand sticks

White linen blowing like a sail

Grandmother told us to wake the old ones with our shouting

Pre-Chorus

Bare feet kicking up the red dirt

Sweat turning to salt

Calling for the heat

Chorus

Give me that fire from the hills

Give me that fire from the hills

Axe for the king

The king is arriving

Axe for the king

The king is arriving

Verse 2

Twelve string strings snapping under heavy thumb pressure

Beads clink

Blue water fills the basin

Yellow feathers crown the sister who leads the wild spinning

Pre-Chorus

Bare feet kicking up the red dirt

Sweat turning to salt

Calling for the heat

Chorus

Give me that fire from the hills

Give me that fire from the hills

Axe for the king

The king is arriving

Axe for the king

The king is arriving

Bridge

They walk in our blood

They breathe in our lungs

They speak in our throat

Ancestors come

Ancestors come

Ancestors come

Chorus

Give me that fire from the hills

Give me that fire from the hills

Axe for the king

The king is arriving

Axe for the king

The king is arriving