A forest of treetops bends their neck before you
The river sharp and wild straightened its course
Strange eyes peer out from beneath a weeping willow
From doors high in the trunks of the mightiest pines
They watch the hills part ways to ease your passage
The breeze to blow back against the ridge and elms

A gathering by the pathway of oaks as old as age
A million creatures watching as she slips through the forest
Her eyes could make thе world fall on its sword
Between the roses that strеtch themselves around her
Beneath the boughs that swept up to shade her
A million creatures watched as her tears filled the oceans

She lay her down at the top of the mountain
And was nailed upon the quarters
She lay her down upon a stone and suffered the stroke
Copper knife
Give of life
Life and Death
The honey of her breath
It does not grow stale, only cold within its season

Her brilliance subjugates the downfall
Of the tyranny of men
The corpse-lords gnawing at the shadows
The dead-men tearing the sick world apart
Let them gloat and in their greed the trodden die
She lays between the Four Rivers
And listens to their sweet song
While the world churns and washes away
To a dark corner of her All
She listens to the sweet song of Rivers
Naked with the stars rising up to embrace her
She bleeds upon a stone and laughs