Dying grass beneath my feet

Now ever softer the blades

 

The day begins to crumble

As I start to hear

Whispers over my shoulder

From beyond the grave

 

They tell me of a goddess

Grown in the meadow

Once somber a slave

 

So I became their conduit

Blindly pulling these words

From the haze

 

Selling off a part of my soul

Just to give her my name