Watching eyes trough clouded veils
Ancestral souls shape the winds
Present feeds upon the past
Our sanguine ties that bind
Writing on the page of fate
I accept the will maternal
Hear the gift in the cry of the child
Or the bale from blackend wings
Cursed lines and candles flame
Killed with breath from a kiss
Cradle a chosen life
The vine of the mother
Wrapped in woman's weave
Armed in Gossamer
Strangled with mothers hair
Heirs blood never flows

Chains of blood
Bind women's wrath
Or kiss from above
The lady past