There's only one we've all fought for
We're the eager sons of you bear and eat
with skies on your face
In all the flesh the craving lives for the embrace
Give us your grace of our cruel mother, the dark queen of our short days
the cloak of air to kindle our lust.
The heart of flame, the skin of snow,
The womb of seas, the bosom of stones
when the earth has gone, will we be adopted by strange stars? The cradle of earth will kiss your bones to dust
the love won't die, neither will war
and we find no rest apart
The cradle of earth will kiss your bones to dust The heart of flame, the skin of snow, the cloak of air to kindle our lust.
Endlessly turning what never has begun.The womb of seas, the bosom of stones
Timeless the burning, the anger of suns.
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