Ex Nihilo
In rapturous fury
Tearing us apart, stripping the flesh from the bone
Ascending through darkness
Returning to form again
Ashes rise high from this storm
Of life and death
We cry out for the death of our mother
Wolfs paw, Crows eye, Scale of the Serpent
The Center is empty
The Center is full
Spine of the mountain, twist of the river
The Center is empty
The Center is full
