Spring of life, Spring of life.
you give the body to furlough the bounty,

and bring a howl of whistles against forest thistle.

Constantine, Constantine.
please present a path for me,
the ventured spirits wander aimlessly.

bring me light.
prove the light. Walk the vision on a stick’ed way
and borrow a bough from the sun’s heart; sustain life.

Rusted Oak, Rusted Oak.
whorl up and leave me down,
you’re earthly blossoms blanket me from fear.

Folly trough, Folly Trough.
dig me out and whip me off,
you have doused me in this blackened soot of fate.

for the dew in the honey.
for the rose sown from the grave. can you hear me laugh?
can you hear me love?

i, am the shrieking halt

you are the whippoorwills’ want for soul.
One bell