I will lead the fox back to the woods,
you will tear the magpie from the thorn,
cast his fates out lone amidst the plains
harbingers of duties bound and slain.
I have brought the fire within these walls;
you see only ashes white and bleak.
Set asunder kneed into the land
reapers of the wheat and not the man
and I’m burning out the winter
with the flames you left behind.
A needle, a thread, and a long time,
will see this all unwind.