Watching eyes trough clouded veils Ancestral souls shape the winds Present feeds upon the past Our sanguine ties that bind Writing on the page of fate I accept the will maternal Hear the gift in the cry of the child Or the bale from blackend wings Cursed lines and candles flame Killed with breath from a kiss Cradle a chosen life The vine of the mother Wrapped in woman's weave Armed in Gossamer Strangled with mothers hair Heirs blood never flows
Chains of blood Bind women's wrath Or kiss from above The lady past