Sufjan Stevens - All the King's Horns lyrics

One mother rises Pulling the sheets from the crib All the disguises Wandering stars, what she did All the kings horns, all the kings horns Saddled and worn Raise the dead Holy and infant He came to raise up the dead Wandering wisemen What did you bring to his bed Shapeless surprises Incense to bring to the dead Nothing is wrong, it's what she did All the kings horns and kings men Nothing is wrong its what she did All the kings horns and kings men Nothing is wrong its what she did All the kings horns raise the dead Nothing is wrong its what she did All the kings horns