Easter sundaywe were walking.
Easter sundaywe were talking.
Isabelmy little onetake my hand. time has come.

Isabellaall is glowing.
Isabellaall is knowing.
And my heartisabella.
And my headisabella.

Frederick and vitaliesavior dwells inside of thee.
Ohthe path leads to the sun. brothersistertime has come.

Isabellaall is glowing.
Isabellaall is knowing.
Isabellawe are dying.
Isabellawe are rising.

I am the springthe holy ground
The endless seed of mystery
The thornthe veilthe face of grace
The brazen imagethe thief of sleep
The ambassador of dreamsthe prince of peace.
I am the swordthe woundthe stain.
Scorned transfigured child of cain.
I rendI endI return.
Again I am the saltthe bitter laugh.
I am the gas in a womb of lightthe evening star
The ball of sight that leads that sheds the tears of christ
Dying and drying as I rise tonight.

Isabellawe are rising.
Isabellawe are rising . . .




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