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