Aspen trees
Neath leaden skies
Behold this deed
With a thousand eyes
White as bone
And still as death
Until branches stir
With the devils breath
Roots deep down
Neath rock and clay
Unto the heart
To the one I pray
Dread spirit of the place
I seek your grace
Daemon of branch and bone
Blood on stone
Blood on stone
Soil and moss
The circle cast
From the serpents cross
