Rise | |
Circle | |
Greet the Sun | |
Serpent coils unwind | |
Pressure blood from stone | |
Now do valleys open wide | |
Now like rust do we reach out | |
Now do clouds burst forth under weight | |
Rise | |
Rest your shield | |
Lay down your plow | |
Wake | |
Inhale | |
Listen | |
Rise | |
Have you ever seen the scarlet day | |
Or felt the calloused hand of age | |
You till the ground and bring to home | |
Muscle flesh and blood to bone | |
Taste this oaken grain | |
Grab its horns and not the reins |