Lyrics
Of this barren womb,
Wept into being.
Formed elysium,
Knit and rendered.
From this well,
Coaxed fronds in fire.
Cleaved day and night,
Bled and filled the seas,
Clot and formed the land
And exhaled the sky
Kneel low and now humble.
This unerring weave upon
Which all is born;
We your host, your kin
Kneel low and bow humble.
Carved the clay,
Apotheosis,
Bow humble
Before these heirs.
