The Springrise

Satariel

Burn away the winter’s frost 
Cast down the veil of grief 
Turn away from what’s lost 
Rise up from that grave so dark 

Rivers of divinity in which to drown 
The whitest of light burning my eyes 

Shattering ice, my blood is warm again 
The springrise, I’m this world born again 

Whispering words in the wind 
Roll away towards the horizon 
With the staff I draw the sign 
And a world dead comes in bloom 

Rivers of divinity in which to drown 
The whitest of light burning my eyes 

Shattering ice, my blood is warm again 
The springrise, I’m this world born again 

With the staff I draw the sign 
And a world dead comes in bloom 

Shattering ice, my blood is warm again 
The springrise, I’m this world born again