The Ancient Mandrake

Is this the moment, the moment, it all breaks When her legs give out and the darkness begins to shake Oh love, what call Oh love, what call has unearthed The ancient mandrake A tricky root she is, no patience in the morn Her seams they heave and pull, her flesh warm, reborn Oh love, what call Oh love, what call has unearthed The ancient mandrake Her body seeps and weeps, into holiest salty lake Sleight of hand descends, sliding in shadows she waits Oh love, what call Oh love, what call has unearthed The ancient mandrake Shout to the heavens Shout at the devil Pray to the rattlesnake When does this flesh become a mended heart? Will anyone still with breath, lodge in her valley with grace Fumbling, falling, into rest in the spells and stars of fate Oh love, what grief Oh love, what grief has unearthed To this, to her, to the greening grass, I promise never forsake And now let the root, stems and leaves depart, in the moment it begins to break Oh love, what grief Oh love, what grief has unearthed Ancient Love, ancient grief My love, what call My love, what call has unearthed The ancient mandrake