consider me a seat
consider me a hunter
consider me a recorder of songs
a spell fiend's secretary
hold my bones
when I have offended you
raise me against the wind
when you soon start freezing
affection is a claw against the skin
tenderness is a pile of sticks
red, from the earth grow
the flowers once white
when the lights go out and people sleep and we feel so good
I won't close my eyes, I worship the night glowing on your lips
so hard against the skin so cold against your bones
ask the advice from the animals
ask the directions from the winds
the signs begin to speak
only in the right light
already before autumn
you'll be here then
sitting there opposite me
at the table of council
where we negotiate words, build a tower
bake dark bread, brew sap wine
when the lights go out and people sleep and we feel so good
I won't close my eyes, I worship the night glowing on your lips
so hard against the skin so cold against your bones