The earth mother
Silent stream of godless elegyYour whole fate,
I pick up the tow.
Rolling, reeling,
Being your
I pick up the clue.
The spindie you will hear...
Sacrifice.
Make a god of yours.
From the land I grow
And the roots
Of the trees
Became the roots of me.
My hair is like the rain.
My face is the cloud,
My hands are now
Your hands.
My skin is the soil now
And the breeze is breath.
My tears are of blood
When the blood
Starts to smell.
My womb is the water,
You dip your soft lip,
And drink out the thirst.
I'll give you drink.
I will punish
Your folk
For their pride,
Send you the freeze
And rain.
My hand thunder
Will send
And set your tender coil
To your land.
Send you
The freeze and rain.
I'll be your lap
And grave.
Sacrifice.
Make a god of yours.
You protect and pick up
The clue of my fate,
I hear you clue.
Please save my descent
And forgive our sin,
The death on your spin.
I'll cure the scars,
Your pain is mine.
Let us entrain,
Destroy the pain.
I put the soil
Between my lips.
Give the last dram
To your men,
No more fights now
Between them,
Open your core,
Infold my gore.
Just enter the earth mother
Of yours ...