Yesod

A mark of birth, her life the stain
We call the way, a work of pain
An ease of mind, a secret shame
The host of lies, an inner low...
 
A rise of spirit, the story flows
A spy did see, the covered truth
The will to rule, the heart to break
A families resolve, to claim a stake...
 
From distant land, their ship took sail
With scent to hunt, the game took hold
A rose will shine, along the vine
Inside the wine, the grape will grow...
 
Along the vine, the summer breaks
The autumn leaves, the winter dies
New birth in spring, I travel a road
That dreams reveal, with cautious flow...
 
We walk the field, deception made..
 
By kings of old
Brought bonds of iron
For minds to hold
The gold of trade
The money made
The land was cut
A shape was laid
To build of stone
The hand did cut
To sew the weave
Across the machine
Humanity laid
A beast of burden
We have been made...