From Darkness
Is it not ironicHow your favorite dreadIs the matrix in which you were formedThe unfathomable darkOf a realm arcane and burrowed far below
The grain sprouts from deep 'neath the soilWhere sunlight will never ever reach
BeholdFrom darkness we comeThat shelter where all life is formedAscendTo darkness we sailEternal refuge of the soul
The darkness of night goes outWhen dawn befalls in the time between the timesAnd the grain in the soil, buried deepShall not bear fruit unless it diesIn the dark of AntumnosThe Awen waves and life is conceived
The day is born from the nightIn the three night of Samon the year is bornSo the song has been sungLet him hear it who will
Is it not ironicHow you cling so hardTo all evidence of all there isAs you maintain your unbroken urgeTo explain what you can't
The child grows in its mother's wombEnshrouded and concealed