Do you still
believe in me?
As a child I led you through
the dark
I fed you; gave you food
and breath
Showed you life when you
only saw death
Do you still believe in
me?
As a child, lowly and
dirty
When things went wrong.how
I blamed
Yet your word, your deed;
your icon I famed
* * *
Do you still remember
me?
When growing pains brought
you down
I advised you; taught
you, gave you light
And in lonely winter times,
I warmed your heart
Do you still remember
me?
In deepest truth, I adored
you
Kept you ever near, close
to my heart
And when danger lurked,
you gave me a headstart
* * *
Do you remember my love?
When hunger came and inner
cold
How innocence walked in,
in need of your needs
How bountiful your life,
how honouring your deeds
Do you remember my love?
When opposing forces of
love compared
How I fought, how I died,
how I lost my head.
My delirium wild, lost
child, how I bled.
* * *
Do you still believe in
me?
The years have gone, had
the christ won?
His soldiers lost under
hammer, sword, horn
How you worship his angels,
mother, the day he was born
Do you still believe in
me?
When wars were lost and
wars were won
He only walked in and
took up your crown
How I called and prayed,
sought your helping sign.
* * *
And now, my child, why
do you call?
A thousand years I wept
to see you so turned
A thousand wars gone and
witchfires burnt
And now your voice again
doth yearn
And now, my Gods, why
do ye call?
Left me in a need to me
most dire
When all of my faith was
thrown in the fire
And now you stir in my
depths, call the Crossman a liar
* * *
When the world was young
Your tribes but my infants
You lived and died with
Cycles of our life force
When the world was young
And we clung to the powers
You made us, reshaped
us; most beautiful song
Your light in our bloodlines,
divinity's flowers
* * *
Now the times and tides
have gone
With human rot, revolution
begot
Age of science, at war
with nature
My child, my child, what
have you done?
Oh Lords, Oh Ladies, our
minds have been fried
Destruction was less,
our fantasies tried
The old church was wicked,
we turned and denied
Became high and mighty,
our sins were untried.
When I close my eyes,
I know what I miss
For there then thou art,
beyond sight
In all ancient glory,
majesty and might
And laying my head in
your divine lap
Asleep with a smile, a
rune is cast
At home, at peace, at
last.
