days of myrth

 
Should ye child be without father
In the valleys of the first slaying
As the winds in the village laughter
Each child for the father praying

Where art thou, O Father
Has the earth outcast
For the day is darker
And body thin from fast

Father who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
For mother has taken what is given
Turning water into blood stain

Evil mother has killed father
Letting child alone be
In thy desert pater
In the lonely sunken sea


Evil mother in thy rope
Ye swing across this earth
Hanging for eternity's hope
And the days of myrth