Flung from our origins Into an emptiness that consumes We dwell within a void
The story of my people Is the agony of naught In absence of a sun We spiral ever outward
This world offers no purchase We live on dust and stone There is no hope for us We have lost our way
Great One, let my spirit soar Let us ascend ever onward
The imprint tells of story A mirror through the known
The path sings of lives left behind A way of need and loss A way toward fullness The whisper rises in my blood
My arrow is a seal A movement with life My spear is a seed I plant in our womb
Turning outward to seek the gift That will stake me to the earth... In its center
Blood in the tracks Assent begets assent I feast on glory As two become one again.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
