Welcome to the land of light and shadow.

We long for the coming of Moses. We sing of Deborah’s great charge. We await the arrival of David. And we cheer for Jezebel’s fall.

The rose will be burned by the fire. The doe will be hunted for sport. The mountain will bow to its maker. And the frost will be pierced by the warmth.

The bonds with the old blood are broken. The young’s blood will mix with the dew. Red is the ground where we’ve fallen. Bright is the hope of the few.