Heave the Oars

Gathered round this glowing heartwood spectacle of ours Eager are we all to heave her hallowed oars Once a shipless tribe, now shipwrights all We heed our hero's words, our conqueror of skies Who long ago won wisdom up among the nebulae We know the rocks and bergs; we know the mind of mist We know our journey's end; we know whom we champion To golden uncharted lands we must go Where the times have never yet called us Now to heave the oars Some days we brave the lashing rain, drenched to the skin Others we've as ally the sun and the wind Some days inward we go! We chart the heartlands Some days outward we go! We expand our maps Sustenance and coruscation, our primeval spoils Outward or inward, always breaking new soil The most plenteous mine must its vast surface know The most bounteous land has sibylline bedrock below To golden uncharted lands we must go Where the times have never yet called us Now to heave the oars Forward to the woodheart, heave those oars To lands unknown We map a course to the unseen heart of our lands These verdant misted lands are our past and our future A summer rainstorm comes Sweeping darkness on the land The pull of its heart is felt for miles Images flash in peripheral paths, howls echo in the distance Our course now deeper than ever before Never has the wood let us in Mist and rain give way to frost and time Deep now in the heartlands, heave those oars To the lands unknown Smell the mist as it gathers, old and brimming with time Close now to the woodheart, heave those oars Push the bounds of our time We have found the Ice Age heart, these marrowlands Standing deep in snow with lungs of flame Now back home with our prize The lands will brim with what we've found here: euphony Next we journey outward to the sea