I speak a language of fire
I walk on steps of the wind
I wear a garment of joy
I tie my shoes good tidings of peace
Oh O oh O Oh O
As I pass a brazen altar
I don't have a thing to offer
Your blood was handed to me
You shook me
You adopted me
Oh O Oh Oh O Oh O
I come up from the water
I come up from the water
I come up from the water
I come up from the water
I come up from the water
You wash my feet
I see the fire of the candle
Nine almond blossoms
I sit at Your table I sit at Your feet
As incense burns in You I'm complete
Oh O Oh Oh O Oh O
