I protect, I collect Your 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 ...
