Earth over Us - Hexvessel

This sacred tree will grow through you

the shape of your branches will start to show

When the dawn of man fades

all flesh will turn to hay

won’t you lay the earth over us?

Your soul is anchored at the roots

as bursts of pagan colours bloom

When the dawn of man fades

all flesh will turn to hay

won’t you lay the earth over us?

Open up the larch wood, spruce wood door

and let the stars spill on the forest floor

When the dawn of man fades

all flesh will turn to hay

won’t you lay the earth over us?

Sun grazing comets on galactic black bones

pleated with riddles of old dying stars

Impacted planets on the heavens breath

a glint in their eye of our birth and our death