Sing, Speak as the world spins and changes
Falsities shall be shrouded
While truths lay uncovered

Freeze time in your song
Black bird
Wake the dead
Lull the living to sleep
In sleep your mind is as free as the air

Eat the Rowan berries, brightest red
Black Druid
The symbol of health
Emblazoned on each

We forge ourselves
Into finest gold
With that fiery awakening

Mastery of this hardening clay
Requires a depth charge
crushed into cold,
black, watery hearts

The shock to our frailty dispelled
by stoking our spiritual passion
Unearthing our instinct
to weave and craft our nest

You have tasted of gold
And it has marked your mouth