The wall creeps back in the night,
She loved the wilderness. She lived the wilderness.
The actions of the many have guided us.
Like our ancestors, we seek the Song.
There is a voice upon the waters.
I turn to you.
The people have forgotten.
I wandered far, seeking for the Song.
The mountains loom above the horizon.
I am lifted up by Her holy word.
There is a darkness
Blood calls to blood. But the water answers.
The mountains move. The seas part.
Between the hunter and the stag
There is nothing that is not known to the heart.
May She walk in light.
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