The Oracle Of The Funeral Trees lyrics

In the direction that the wind travels The old funeral trees dance Oracle of all power She of the golden bosom that never forgets Bestowing fire on the ritual herbs Burning seed of visionary wisdom Make of the tomb of the forest a secret And we will be tributaries with our hymn And we will be tributaries with the bread of the dead With our silent mourning With the nectar of sacrifice Oracle of all power Lead us without pain to the grey gathering Guide our steps to the cold inner temple Make us trees that seek out the sun..