I am the circle from which you spring forth
Sparkling dew in the hunter's eyes
The holy ones have gathered within my
Vestment and their daggers are sharp (and willing)
Oh, move with such wonder and grace
You bloodletting murderous flock
Bone and sinew
Skin and muscle
Bone and sinew
Skin and muscle
The hunt rages on and on
Rage, rage, rage
Reduced, reduced
Reduced to dust
To dust
Take us, o'Mother All,
we grow worried,
take us, take us
Where is your strength?
Has it become a wolf?
The truth is under the Sea
Buried along with the Sky
So hard to find
So let me grieve
Take us, o'Mother All, we grow worried,
take us, take us
When you're Dead, let me be