I burned my name in candle flame,
Whispers float in sugar cane.
The crow above me calls your name —
But you are dancing in the rain.
Black salt rising on your skin,
Jah knows where the truth begins.
Voodoo dreams and jasmine smoke,
In your words I almost choke.
Mirror, mirror, speak no lie,
Why do shadows never die?
Ash to rhythm, drum to bone,
I am never quite alone.
Black salt rising on your skin,
Jah knows where the truth begins.
Voodoo dreams and jasmine smoke,
In your words I almost choke.
Blood-orange sun behind my back,
Moonlight tracing every crack.
You wrote your sins on woven thread,
But even silence bleeds in red.
Black salt rising on your skin,
Jah knows where the truth begins.
Voodoo dreams and jasmine smoke,
In your words I almost choke.
Black salt rising on your skin,
Jah knows where the truth begins...
Black Salt Rising
© Copyright: Антон Пахунов, 2025
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