The Springrise

Burn away the winter’s frost

Cast down the veil of grief

Turn away from what’s lost

Rise up from that grave so dark

Rivers of divinity in which to drown

The whitest of light burning my eyes

Shattering ice, my blood is warm again

The springrise, I’m this world born again

Whispering words in the wind

Roll away towards the horizon

With the staff I draw the sign

And a world dead comes in bloom

Rivers of divinity in which to drown

The whitest of light burning my eyes

Shattering ice, my blood is warm again

The springrise, I’m this world born again

With the staff I draw the sign

And a world dead comes in bloom

Shattering ice, my blood is warm again

The springrise, I’m this world born again