Meraphaneve
What present has your presence given, Meraphaneve?
Shall I find you in a black box with a ribbon, Meraphaneve?
Iâ??m here, willingly grieving, without
Silver presence, liquid blood, fill us with your blessing
Drown me now, or desert me alone with your surrounding
Chills pull towards crevice grounds, Meraphaneve
Whispers that call, here echo around, Meraphaneve
I crawl willingly, obedient throughout
Silver presence, liquid blood; fill us with your blessing
Drown me now, or desert me alone with your surrounding
Can you hear the life call, mother?
Hands attracted to your sky to feel what is deemed, your breath?
Hymns and praises along the ground, what is deemed, your chest?
