Seed Shall Rise

In the dark, in the snow, I am sleeping, I am frozen In the sun, come the dawn, I am breathing, I am golden In the field, lonely field, we are sowing, we are sowing And on the soil, little stars: ever knowing, ever growing Though doom may devour me, don't mourn Come the thaw, we shall all be reborn Heed my tribe And the seed shall rise Till our season dies Through the crack, through the loam, we are pushing, gently pushing And we'll amass, we will attack, river rushing, river rushing We are one, we are the wheel, we are diving like the raven Never fear, no never fear, little Hayven, little Hayven Their daggers will reap us in vain From this earth, we will leap forth again Heed my tribe And the seed shall rise Out of the grieving skies Pours a paradise Till our season dies