[Intro: harpsichord tolling alone, wind] [Feedback swells, bowed bass drone] [Chant: deep throat] Ya Qahhar… Ya Qahhar… [Riff: full fuzz, war drums] [Verse 1: gravelly baritone, slow] Salt in the well Salt in the wound Salt where the city stood Under the moon The angels came at evening And they didn't stay for bread They counted who was living And they didn't count the dead [Chorus: heavy, chanted] Don't look back Don't look back The road behind you Is the only track [Riff: strings join in dissonant clusters] [Verse 2] She heard her daughters singing In a house that wasn't there She heard her own name calling Through the burning of the air Every pillar was a woman Every woman was a choice The desert keeps the shape of her And the wind keeps her voice [Chorus] [Breakdown: war drums and darbuka alone] [Sub Drop] [Psych Guitar Solo: wailing, slow bends] [Bridge: whispered over drone] Mercy is a city That you leave without a map Haqq… Haqq… [Synth Solo: a single light, soaring] [Final Chorus: everything, slowest] Don't look back Don't look back She looked back once And the world turned to salt [Outro: harpsichord tolls three times, wind] Salt…
