Salome Wovenhand

Away from you
With all malice
The place in which we gather
In the least of men
A divine election
Only one man stood up for Stephen
Present thyself
In due season
Saved beyond the cleansing
Clean my heathen
He is his own reward
Peace holds the head of this Philistine
Let the curse fall on me

Salome, Salome
(Dance away)
Bowing with all his might
Dance away Salome

With all his might
Father of the cold and beast
Father of Kings
The Father of the least

What is this you wish to say
Pushing hard against the hearing
Rolling eyes among the people
The dancing girl, the silver tray
The see to it
Of his person has spoken
Go farther with us and stay Lion of God