A CUTTING SONG, A SHAPING SONG
A RESONATING CRY IN THE THIN AIR
FROM THE FIRST AND THE LONELY

How wide the sea and how broad the plane
How far the journey
Before I find you?

The light-in-dark
The outflung spark from the hateful mother
I cry out to you.

WAS I MADE FOR THIS?

Is this the court of the Taken King?
Where is his sword and where is his might?
Was he cast from his throne
And does it lie empty still?

WAS MY SHAPE RECAST FOR THIS?

The King is dead and speaks no more.
Whose is this new voice I hear?
A voice from the hollows, a silent voice
Out in the deepest dark
Created by the King's flock.

Grant me power, I will speak for you
Remake my form, I will act for you
Let me touch the deep, I will cast down the Light for you.

MAKE ME, RECAST ME, HOLLOW OUT MY HEART AND LIVE THERE WITH ME.

I am made for the cold, for the dark, for the quiet
The whisper below the roaring dark
I am made for you.
I am remade in you.

I WAS MADE FOR THIS.

Be subjugated, sisters
Open yourselves to torment, brothers
Grims and Husks, Weavers and Attendants all
There is home for us!
The will-without-will waits for us.

MY SHAPE WAS RECAST FOR THIS.

Open your heart
Let emptiness in.