Oh thy spirit of peace,
as the sound of thunder,
I cry the blood,
things of earth the beast,
who taunts the warriors of our King.
Without thy sister, without thy brother,
I the empty shell.
Within the circle of thy spiritual fruit,
I could not go on. I cling to the rights of passage,
as I hold hands with thy roots
of my family tree..
I rise you to the heavens as thy body,
wilts from the strain of the world,
but I shall not let you fall,
I humble in love, for thy back lingers,
from the dripping of thy blood.
Thy cup will be the golden cup of diversity,
as I pass it on.
I fear not death I shall live again,
I will continue to come back,
until Gods mission is complete.
I rise you
I rise you
I rise you
Thy blood the suffering of thy King.