Woad Fate

I feel the spirit inside
Lure it across time
Ignoring my sickness and gall
We call we call

You are bound and called
In oak, seafoam, and rye

Woad fate
Rivers flowing into seas
Woad fate
Rowan's branches over me

Ocean's whispers brought back here
In a Glass made to hold its tears

Seafoam, copper, and dye

Rivers flowing into seas
Rowan's branches over me

Rivers flowing into seas
Rowan's branches over me



Credits
Writer(s): Chad Bumford
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