Cold stone disappears
A child shows me
nothing is what it seems
lost in raging darkness
Stories from journeys
and promises being broken
a tragedy pull the strings on forever
Warm light let me be
save all the hope
and the memories
of a distant tomorrow
Beggars with treasures
and takers of pleasures
they ride with me
through the endless mountain
When the harvest Lord raise his hand
Know that the bread celebration begun
hearing the voices singing old songs
to pay a homage to the Goddess of seed