This Mortal Soil

Floating in red again A deepened soil Nothing Empty cup Trade not known Showing promise of a perfect land No regrets for a fallen ground The omen passed Woman possessed Reflect on the duties held Oceans morph to dust Chasing the timeline Bolts of light flash Original storm god The atmosphere that floats above the earth Is corrupt for man This we know What has dwelt within the early dawn has gone away That's okay Dig Climb Ancient elm Root Ride the vine of father ground our carving The atmosphere that floats above the earth is corrupt for man This we know Circle Made of ash Betray her presence Huntress Gentle breath Listen to the poison rose