I walked out into the hills
Searching for safety in un safe times
I stood at the top of Wadden Hill
I stood in these lawless times
And I cried out for sanctuary
And I cried out to the old father of our time
Grant me poetry and all I achieve
Grant my enemies time to grieve
Grant me time to collect my senses
and in that winter glow, walking
I was bathed in sheer blinding love,
like svibdag in grower's tomb.
Walked out to the horizon,
called out to the whore, rise in,
for in this realm it is not surprising
Let persistence be my given
Let experience be my heaven
And give me words to explain it in song,
Lead me out of my every malaise
With all your words, your rhymes,
You made the odes, the poem, the rhyme
The only father that showed me time
Only in error do religions thrive
They're priests that fly the blinds
Unholy child, you're my hero
Only in error do religions
dare to judge self -righteously
This is a strange and tribal call
Out to the bogs, the poets, the glee men
The shaman of these islands all
Meet me where all is proceeding
Meet me in Odin's mead hall,
greet me there in spectral
meet me in the Garden of Eden.
The mountains, planets, stream
That issues from the mother's seam
In hot lights, grey and mauve
Twilight descends upon your throne
In the East they called you Lord
Your name, it was your title
Behold Dean, you're my hero
Their twisted spirit you will lift
I have no place in the church or the cook
Oh, give me strength to inflict such pain
My enemies will retreat again
Till we've erased the priest
Our suffering will not be ceased
Till we break free of God
Our visions cringed beneath
A world with ash that they might know
Or will they be a noxious group
Let resistance be my game
Let experience be my heaven
Give records to see when I'm gone
And give me words to explain this song
Please look where my end is
Though my strength is shattered
