Seed Shall Rise Songtext
von Tim Cameron

In the dark, in the snow, I am sleeping, I am frozen
In the sun, come the dawn, I am breathing, I am golden
In the field, lonely field, we are sowing, we are sowing
And on the soil, little stars: ever knowing, ever growing

Though doom may devour me, don′t mourn
Come the thaw, we shall all be reborn

Heed my tribe
And the seed shall rise
Till our season dies


Through the crack, through the loam, we are pushing, gently pushing
And we'll amass, we will attack, river rushing, river rushing
We are one, we are the wheel, we are diving like the raven
Never fear, no never fear, little Hayven, little Hayven

Their daggers will reap us in vain
From this earth, we will leap forth again

Heed my tribe
And the seed shall rise
Out of the grieving skies
Pours a paradise
Till our season dies