Rise

Rise

Circle

Greet the Sun

Serpent coils unwind

Pressure blood from stone

Now do valleys open wide

Now like rust do we reach out

Now do clouds burst forth under weight

Rise

Rest your shield

Lay down you plow

Wake Inhale Listen Rise

Have you ever seen the scarlet day

Or felt the calloused hand of age

You till the ground and bring to home

Muscle flesh and blood to bone

Taste this oaken grain

Grab its horns and not the reins