You chose the hour well
To tear at my web and shell
Made me repent all my waiting
You chose the hour well

They will approach you modestly
Albeit for me
They will approach you carefully
Albeit for me

In gathering you ignite
Your places of courtship
Through pilgrimage you carve the pathway
That traces your worship

This sweet abasement
When you are not my home
A sun to suffer towards
As the wolves creep forth

You cut runes into the trees
To mark their way
On this wounded day
As they are bleeding wеstward
Like the plague

Burning yoursеlf in feasts now
Will only blunt your blade
They’ll be singing your white song in the garden
When it’s all too late

The world tightened around you like skin
March them right into the storm
Breathe on their eyes that they may see
Breathe on their heart that they may know

And who will repair all the wrong done
Where our blood through fresh-turned furrows did run – right here
Where senseless bullets fell (right here)
You will plant the tree (right here)
You will dig the well (right here)
(Where senseless bullets fell)

And bend the branches into a lyre
Live to ascend and die again – right here (right here)
Where senseless bullets fell (right here)
You chose the hour well (right here)
You chose the hour well