There's a terrible feeling
crawling up your spine.
Whispers slip in your ear
claws tap at your sides.

There's a terrible feast
just about to begin.
Cuts and bruises, lust,
a tea party of sin.

I'm terrible, I'm terrible.
you're tightening around me.
I'm terrible, terrible,
part your lips,
your tongue around mine.

I'm terrible, I'm terrible,
your sounds echo in my head.
I'm terrible, terrible,
part your lips,
your soul is all mine.

Look me in the eyes
and I'll look though you.
Look me in the eyes,
I feel what you want.

Deeper, fall deeper
and don't look back.
You're another willing victim
just waiting to crack.

Look me in the eyes
and I'll look though you.
Deeper, fall deeper
and don't look back;
you're another willing victim
just waiting to crack.

I'm terrible, I'm terrible.
you're tightening around me
I'm terrible, I'm terrible
and you feel incredible.
I'm terrible, terrible,
part your lips,

I'm terrible,

I'm terrible and your soul is all mine.

Yavanna Kementari
The giver of fruits
The mother of trees
The mother of roots

Creator of Laurelin
and Telperions light
The light of the trees
Put an end to the night

She created the moon
She created the sun
With a flower, a fruit
And with light it was done

She is our lady, tall and green
She is our mother
Our beautiful queen

Garden afternooning
People all around
Music in the air
We're chilling on the ground

Popcorn and coffee
Guitars and Ukes
Picnic blankets
People sitting in twos

The sounds are warm
Resonant and rich
Filling the air for the sake of the poor
Hearts gathered together
From all walks of life
To find out how we can give more

New connections made
Awesome talent shared
A good cause funded
Now we're more aware

So the garden was filled
Our hearts were grown
God's Kingdom was furthered
So little hearts will know
More love of the Father,
The Author of this show