I sense your life is slowly fading I hold you in my many arms Could I see a face through the mask of flesh A spirit that is worthy of my name? In the future come what may If the mist will ever leave Cover soil infertile, overgrown The name is all you have I know the light is swiftly fading Broken cages on the ground Wrapped in wraithlike white and violet blue But somehow your blood’s no longer red. Can you hear these arrow words? Can they pierce your wooden skin? Be that as it may, I won’t leave The web that I call home
Void between the burning and the drowning Where my loyalties collide? The roots were gnawed, and vines were cut Is there nothing left of us to see? I spoke as the thunder My child you have become What your fathers have never dreamed This legacy is gone And this path has been tread before The breath of man it’s heard Through the haze of the garden’s path I hear your dying words.