Black crows whisper
through fields of blue haze.
At the waning moon crickets chant,
and the meaning of your face
ripples on the black pool
where I cross to climb the hill -
Murder at the black pool,
where you're waiting for me still

Death by drowning, trial by fire,
Your callow needs dig deeply
at my every dark desire -
Murder at the black pool
Murder at the black pool

In harvest fires I burn the chaff,
I gather up the leaves that fell,
I overturn the soft, brown earth,
I say farewell.

Men of branches
swallowed in flame,
Into the coal and ashes
I softly speak your name.
Yemaya, Yemaya,
take this dark dream from me
to the grey, green sea

In harvest fires I burn the chaff,
I gather up the leaves that fell,
I overturn the soft, brown earth,
I say. . .

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Drums: Fritz Lewak. Bass: David Sutton. Guitar: Tony B. EWI: Steve Tavaglione.
Keyboards, Vocals: Kingfisher.

Composed and Arranged by Kingfisher
Engineered by Greg Townley
Produced by Kingfisher and Greg Townley