Crone Dance Song Lyrics
Crone Dance by Emma Ruth Rundle Our movements are godlike, mirroring themselves
In the waves, the winds
The movements of growth
Where the inner impulse meets the outer force
A cure for the affliction of static destiny
Our bodies propelled by rooted urgency
Enthralled by expressive
Depressive ache
Where the inner impulse meets the outer force
A cure for the affliction of static destiny
[?]
By our frenzied ecstatic knowledge shall the chambers be full...