oh hold,
these winter skies and dark
hide in the sun
to eventually crumble and find their home
this braid
this hallowed place undone
shelter my
son his wavering footsteps will find their rest
shapes of dust they fall from the sky
six arms extend one thousand times
this braid
this braid
this hallowed place
shapes of dust they fall from the sky
six arms extend one thousand times
shelter us
shelter us
shelter us
shelter us