Grey stone arches hold the cold
Where the ancient tales are told
Sooty soil beneath my hand
Sifting through this salted land
Burn it down to find the seed
Giving everything I need
Golden light in charcoal rain
Waking up the sleeping grain
Dryad stems in frozen sleep
Secrets that the embers keep
Latin names for blackened weed
Rooting where the spirits bleed
Searing heat on jagged flint
Looking for a sudden hint
Petals born from heavy smoke
Underneath a blackened oak
Burn it down to find the seed
Giving everything I need
Golden light in charcoal rain
Waking up the sleeping grain
Deep in the loam the fever grows
Where the hidden river flows
Wait for the bloom to break the crust
Rising from the silver rust
Patience is a heavy vine
Tracing every broken line
Tending to the dying glow
Watching how the lilies grow
Burn it down to find the seed
Giving everything I need
Golden light in charcoal rain
Waking up the sleeping grain
Ash and root, ash and root
Taste the bitter winter fruit