Mappe Of Icovellavna
Icovellavna
In your endless serpentine
What sort of secrets could you hide?
Icovellavna
With your fibres worn to hell
You're an ornamental shell
Of Icovellavna
Where by the grace of god
Or by the weight of shame
Have mercy on us all today
Father said
'You've made poor choices all your life
Maybe you deserve what's coming to you
Maybe if you'd hurt just one fewer
You could usurp this holy light'
I was a guardian of the light
Till a heathen clothed me
I was a guardian of the light
Till a heathen clothed me
I was the keeper of the rites
Till the mountains rose before me
I was a sentinel in the night
For the love you'd shown me
