Churn
Bring the wood to burn
Drive the auger on
Smoking from the turn
Cold in every hearth
Frost in every breath
Eyes upon this
Single
Ember
Rope
Holding onto hope
Woven with a prayer
Lashing to the post
Ring to bind them strong
First begotten sons
Eighty one to
Bring this
Neid-Fire
Churn
Beckoning the flames
Summoning to save
Step between the smoke
Pull between the space
Calling to the night
Bring to us the
Ritual flame
Turn
Bring the wood to burn
Warm a hundred souls
Spare a thousand hearts
Light a candle pure
Set the hearths again
Starting with this
Ancient augur
Scars
Marked upon the stake
Each a blazing gate
Each a village raised
Each a future saved
Each a quiet plague
Cast into the
Fires higher
Rage
Heard across the waves
Heralding the days
Marshalling the storms
Crying out in vain
Bring the stricken near
Blades to sever
Through the aether
Hope
Ashen the line
Ripping the night
Tearing the malice out
Flames
Cleansing the land
Curing the ills
Radiant providence
Churn
Driving it on
Lashing the post
Bringing salvation near
Burn
Neid fire burn
Relight the hearths
Banish the fatal plagues
Stars gaze unblinking
Fuath rage unshackled
Cursed and corrupted
May this save you