Veiled bride, I have wed with war And turned away from the shield of trees Alone into destiny's storm If I do not die, how can I be reborn? Mind of myth Holding our ancestors' gift From the woods aged old Fire dressed the tomb's knoll And in the ash, I must find the new path Unclothed into the cold Shade once hid my weathered chest Laced with bad blood and marked by scarred flesh Breaking the bone lock, scraping the patched rot Gone away from slow decay, leaving safety's comfort Tired wrath, weight so somber For the whip tastes bitter servant But hour's come to climb the spire Near to the peace of oneness Delved deep, youth's hold is no longer Old albatross asunder May the gall go free Parting with the frail other Oh, sour words, I loathe the cost Yet I take hold of my own faults Savored the lash, paid back the loss Now I only ask for forgiveness Wayfarer once trapped in stone A melody softens the vital blow Mind of myth Holding our ancestors' gift From the woods aged old Aimed towards the Meaningful And in the ash I must find a new path Unclothed into the cold Through the smoke of that distant tomb's knoll