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The western desert freeze

As I become the horizon

All their rites were good

All their rites shield us

Breath, as I leave for their lands so cold

Above this Earth - God's Heart

The wind his blood and this blood is dark

Nurtured by the hearts of Kings

In long bloodlines

Carry this child to the Stars

Bury this child

Like a precious gem to hold

Wrap her up and let her eyes see

Over the Plains, over the Ridges

Out into the Grey

Spider lives, Birds of Light

Snake born out of flames

On through the Valleys, on through the Snow

Crawling Home

All their rites, to Harvest Life

In Rivers of Sun

There is no colour

In the grey desert

There is no Sun,

Only dead silver Moons

Reflecting silent faces

In this world I am but a rock

A feather from the Thunderbird's Tail

Slowly setting upon the Snow

In the swift movement of the hand

Holding the stone dagger

Oh how it snares the Breath of Life

Over the Plains, over the Ridges

Out into the Grey

Spider lives, Birds of Light

Snake born out of flames

On through the Valleys, on through the Snow

Crawling Home

All their rites, to Harvest Life

In Rivers of Sun

Spider lives, Birds of Light

Snake born out of Flames

Crawling Home

In Rivers of Sun