Wovenhand Go Ye Light
Rattling reed of ruin
Ruinous white light devil on the mountain on every high hill jealous as the grave
The best wine for last was saved, to the rim over brim as the master say
Go
As a fire in my bones, I am worn out to hold it in
I see you hear the rumour as well of the man in the terror fell
Finding grace in the eye
They will sting the eyes of all who see it
For your flashing forth descends as a fire in my bones
Piece together the shards ancient palace and yard
Deepest thought and secret shed the silent sound of battle
Through this passage led winding downcast shadow's bed
Go, go ye light
They will ring the ears of all who hear it
For your flashing forth descends everlasting Spirit as a fire in my bones
Go ye light
Piece together the shards, ancient temple in God
Deepest thought and secret shed the silent sound of battle
Through this passage led winding downcast shadow's bed
Go ye light
