8 Of 9

Of a depth this deep 8 of 9 Rose arising red Of a depth this deep 8 of 9 Rose arising red White dog dark Cold as good as gone Standing bear stands Telling you thus Even now The sun is risen Broken day Hit the hill and run In the sacred way become Did we not know We never We ought We ought We lot Who are so clever She is sacred see All the heavens agree A singing molten sea Shaking spear Athene Stand the wind forever Wind blown Glass hand Leaning into the roaring My love is My love is Your flaming fire fanned Trembling golden withers Your thunder cross two lands Shining as the Aten Burning neath my hand Pounding Out of my chest Song sung upon the deep Gaze upon my heart my love The flood as sand Beneath our feet Of a depth this deep 8 of 9 Rose arising red Of a depth this depth Fate of mine Rose arising red