Death Ceremony Songtext
von Grace McLean

Oh, branch of freshest green
Oh, hail

Within the windy gust of saints
Upon a quest you swayed and sprouted forth
Oh, branch of freshest green
Oh, hail

Oh, little green branch
Little green girl
So new to this world
I praise your becoming
Born of woman
Born of man
Then released from their hands
I praise your becoming

Plucked from the harvest
Before you start to rot
Thrust in the darkness
Where everything is not


You were not born to live
You were born to be forgiven
You were not born to live
You were born to be forgiven
You were born

Oh, freshly cut branch
Fresh faced girl
You are not long for this world (I praise your becoming)
I wanna show you the things that I know
You′ll do everything just right
And I will find the light
Oh, whoa oh (I praise your-)
I praise

Isn't she lucky?
She′s the lucky one
She will be the seed that grows without the sun
Hallelujah and amen, amen
Hallelujah for the dead, amen

Isn't she lucky?
She's the lucky one
She will know of death before her life is done
Hallelujah and amen, amen
Hallelujah for the dead, amen


Amen, amen
Amen, amen
Amen, amen
Amen, amen
Amen, amen
Am-