Rituals

Show me, give me your grace
And make me shiver, and make me wild
Solitude, grieve with me too
Don’t want to stumble, I want to find new Land
Heaven will start to hear my call
Shout, little prayers
This ode unfolds your faith
You’re coming back to me
I’ll hold you and listen to all your pleas so that you become my prey
‘I'm not dead and I’m not to blame
Make me yours
From the dusk of my soul
I’m not dead and I’m not to blame
Make me yours
From my heart to my bones.'