Magdalene by The Hidden Hand Lyrics

Magdalene
The flesh is song, but her vine entwines us
Sangrial
Your children stand beside us
Carried on
Fill the sails with passion's breath

Name in vain, conceived in pain
Seed to vine, fruit to wine

Magdalene
Painted wrong but your strength is glory
Coded long

Allegory
Blood to water, husband father, sons and daughters live