Wounded Stag - Lux Interna

Spoken in the voice of the Wounded Stag

No hunter shall trap the flesh that feeds All

In a night as black as forests

By means of entrails and birds and stars

Held out on an olive branch

Encrusted with souls

Singing with Lazarus of strange mornings

Singing with Lazarus of new awakenings

Singing with Lazarus of strange mornings

Singing with Lazarus of new awakenings

(singing)

Come to me come to me come

Take my torn flesh as Your dress

Come to me come to me come

It’s Your Name I confess

It’s Your Name I confess

I saw You once when I was a child

Deep in Your forest of night

You were cracking open these stars

To write with black fire on white

I do not dare to speak of these things:

The Letters, the Name, and the Bright

Come to me in Your thicket of night

Written in black fire on white