Testo di 'V​é​gre Vissza' di Mariee Sioux

Ashen faces, forests blazing
Oh, what have we done?
I daydream of tying lying tongues
And who would dare drive a knife through the future
Of their very own young?
Who would dare to set fire to the lungs
Of the future generations?
Is there any of this madness to be undone?
Or is the web of change always being spun?
Are these songs of change always to be sung?

Holding my own head
Sucking my thumb like a wee babe
Am I the comfort for which I have often prayed?
Or am I still that dragon I could have sworn that I’d slayed?
Am I still the witch they tried so hard to burn away?
Are you that child from the riptide I tried but couldn’t save?
Datura at the foot of the earthly lover’s grave
Is this our final bed we’ve left so crudely made?

I have kissed my own lonely lips, wiped my sodden cheeks
Is this a deadly longing been bestowed to me?
Am I not half the woman I could have sworn to be?
Were you not that hermit who had promised wings?
Are we not the freedom witnessed through the spring?
I’ve heard liberty’s bell ringing even over screams
Am I not that anchored woman who’s battled the sea?
Am I not treasure enough to keep?
Now where’s that holy ghost, or did we spook it?

Where’s that gentle one I’ve died a hundred lives to meet?
He who over coals did walk and truth only did speak
Who, starving, parted fields of corn
And gold ears did not eat nor steal
There’s this fancy hole in my heart I still seem to need to fill
So kneel at the feet of the mother you know is here to heal
For this great shift I know we were born to feel
But that selkie woman’s seal skin must be returned for real
And seal with love cracks that run through the hearts of wounded men
From this prophesied fall, are we all to ascend
And finally return to balance with the feminine?

And finally return to balance
And finally return
And finally return