Watching The Western Desert Freeze

The western desert freeze
As I become the horizon
All their rites were good
All their rites shield us

Breath, as I leave for their lands so cold

Above this Earth - God's Heart
The wind his blood and this blood is dark
Nurtured by the hearts of Kings
In long bloodlines
Carry this child to the Stars

Bury this child

Like a precious gem to hold
Wrap her up and let her eyes see

Over the Plains, over the Ridges
Out into the Grey
Spider lives, Birds of Light
Snake born out of flames

On through the Valleys, on through the Snow
Crawling Home
All their rites, to Harvest Life
In Rivers of Sun

There is no colour
In the grey desert
There is no Sun,
Only dead silver Moons
Reflecting silent faces

In this world I am but a rock
A feather from the Thunderbird's Tail
Slowly setting upon the Snow

In the swift movement of the hand
Holding the stone dagger
Oh how it snares the Breath of Life

Over the Plains, over the Ridges
Out into the Grey
Spider lives, Birds of Light
Snake born out of flames

On through the Valleys, on through the Snow
Crawling Home
All their rites, to Harvest Life
In Rivers of Sun

Spider lives, Birds of Light
Snake born out of Flames
Crawling Home
In Rivers of Sun