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

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