Lyrics Shout Sister - The Buttress

Shout Sister

Neither Christian nor Indian\nI walk the meridian\nOf horizons that’s hidden\nIt’s the wild blue-eyed child from the mission\nWith hesitance the medicine men undid my baptism\nWith a glass prism and some black liquid\nA dream that lasted for weeks\nWeakly she speaks sound through\nA fever of a thousand degrees\n«They come by the hundreds\nWith thunder and trumpets\nTo where your son sleeps»\nTake heed!\nI remember being in the field with Mary and Martha\nTil the breeze through the leaves of the trees\nBrought the screams of my father\nThrough the reeds and the marshes I wander\nFarther!\nSlumbering underneath the broad-leaf tree\nTil the omen beckons me, threatening\n«Embark into the darkness\nEat the honey from the lion’s carcass\nHearken the hearts of men to repent\nShow them the omens\nThey’ll know you were sent»\nSo I went\nShout, sister!\nShout, sister!\nShout, sister, shout!\nYes indeed we must fly\nBut not with our feet\nBut with our hands —\nJoin them with me, for now we must die\nWith our heads bent in prayer\nGaze towards the sky\nAnd if you must weep, weep with me\nEmbrace me and cry\nI did not foresee all the omens\nI did not know\nThat our time on this blessed Earth was running low\nI pray you’ll remember all the things we’ve spoken\nOn countless dark nights\nAs we go now together, unbroken\nWith my staff and my rod\nWe’ll find peace within\nI commit myself to God, leave my cause to him!\nAs the flames lick our bodies\nThey could tear us limb from limb\nSisters, fix your gaze upwards!\nFeel no pain on your skin!\nEnd is nigh, my body is broken!\nI go now into the night, to die!\nEyes and heart open!\nHold the cross high so through the flames I can see\nOh my God, my life, it ends!\nPray for me!