Water, like ice, is an element much like a soul
But the shaping of that element is harsh and it takes a tole
Gathered like Indian berries and leaves
It takes much time before its light finally conceives.

A cry from the child born of a star will be known by its sound waves.
The angelic tone moves in rivulets across the lands and it braves
the world in which we are created from.
Then arisen from the phoenix's ashes comes another son.

A King and Queen of amber light warm up with their omnipresence,
It grows a bright morning light in each person's soul and essence.
In the past, the creeping darkness stretched along the edges of our rivers.
Haunting the people of the sun and chilling their nightly shivers.

But as The Family has emerged victorious in the long absence of affection
and this darkness, it's evil slimy illness has been stopped from spreading its infection,
we are once again free to sing our merry songs and dance to the happiness and her tune.
All this was accomplished with the giving of His simple boon.

Take my hand and I shall take yours in mine
Do not stray from the path I lead you and you will be fine.
Let not your eyes wander from my sunset walkway
and you will never reach the end of my everlasting day.

I will shelter you and protect you in my solid arms.
I will keep you safe and hidden from those who would cause you harm.
Do not let greed overtake you and you will find your way.
The way in which you wish to live, the way settling by my sunset bay.

The He whom you fear is of the ice mountains and the darkened fire.
He is nothing to you and I, in his domain there is no one left to inspire.
Liquid tingles along your nerves and rises within you a question to be understood.
I cannot give the answer that you seek, there is only one, not a man, who could.

The King, The Queen, and their son have risen an returned.
One who suffered all the grievances of the "witches" who we burned.
Sin is a part of who we all are, it never lies dormant among humankind.
Any fool who boasts different is a fool more so, and a fool blind.

Finish last. Finish first. Neither matter to The Family's feet we have lain our loyalty to.
Their Faces, Their Hands, are where we must reach. We must reach there and beyond to be true.