8 Of 9

Of a depth this deep

8 of 9

Rose arising red

Of a depth this deep

8 of 9

Rose arising red

White dog dark

Cold as good as gone

Standing bear stands

Telling you thus

Even now

The sun is risen

Broken day

Hit the hill and run

In the sacred way become

Did we not know

We never

We ought

We ought

We lot

Who are so clever

She is sacred see

All the heavens agree

A singing molten sea

Shaking spear Athene

Stand the wind forever

Wind blown

Glass hand

Leaning into the roaring

My love is

My love is

Your flaming fire fanned

Trembling golden withers

Your thunder cross two lands

Shining as the Aten

Burning neath my hand

Pounding

Out of my chest

Song sung upon the deep

Gaze upon my heart my love

The flood as sand

Beneath our feet

Of a depth this deep

8 of 9

Rose arising red

Of a depth this depth

Fate of mine

Rose arising red