Acacia Wovenhand

In vision
Upon the flaming earth
Come my darkness come
Delight in me down in myrrh
Before your fire
Your hissing sea
To Kush
With crop aflail
I fly Akhal to thee

Lord of the acacia
Of the five smooth stones
Golden weakness
Upon this throne

Awoken in the night
Held fast neath the weight
Of every light
I kah kah
Kah
Beneath the death mask of Merritt
Shining holy shrine
This flaming robe we wear it

Lord of the acacia
Five smooth stones
Golden weakness
Upon this thronе