Feral Moon (single)

I call out to the Grace of Her Body. Please forgive my abandon. For only she knows my intent And only her forgiveness do I beg. A voice calls to me from the North. and I hear it as Hers Divine My doctrine tells me these voices are false, and only offer damnation My faith is lost within me. Within temptation, I exile beyond our Blessed Canyon To hear the voices of the trees The trees speak with daunting stillness How I shake in their presence My frailty, once a burden of devotion, Now mocked by the wilderness They say that I have died in these woods once before And again will I perish at the foot of the nurturing pines I, Nerva the Banished Priestess of Qyo, die now as before, starved in the search for Her Truth And I die in fear, in dark, in Faith.