From the Hill

From the hill, I’ll be watching, stealing the light
In my dreams I touch animal blood rich earth
Swallow it down into my soul
From the hill, I’ll be watching, stealing the light
It feeds her and raises my true nature
When I awake, I am old
All the gods are screaming
My feet of clay lead me on through the void and far beyond
To demonstate my will and path, to embrace the wolf in her glory
All hail her and wash this time in blood
The horizon will burn, rise in fire and return to us