Beauty lyrics

a dying ray of the sun in the middle of winter a wind talking to me in an empty field an eagle up in the sky borne by the wind a tear of dew in the rising sun a bullet hungry of my blood, drunk with its prey an infantry marching for victory or death a womb of a hungry woman staring at me a god drunk with mead creating the unspeakable a tide of the ocean coming forth and returning a dying oak, struck by the lightning, coming back to life a queen of every hive, running with mead a queen of every hive, running with mead a queen of every hive, running with mead