May the Name of Truth be Fire by With the End in Mind Lyrics
The ash I sift through my fingers contains your image and mine, in all the lives we lived together
We are elk doing battle, we are lovers amidst wreckage, and we are faces in a tree
The ash that sifts through my fingers contains the image of me sifting ash through my fingers, and the image of its own birth in fire
These ashes were once the tree at the center of the world, thе roots holding together the mountains and thе branches upholding the sky, and one night, as we surrounded it in worship, the god who hung from this tree spoke and said: “My gallows is the source of your life, but someday what kills me will die
You will forget this tree, and you will worship one who dies on a false tree, on a dead effigy of a tree made from dead wood
And your numbers will be great, and your lives will be small
You will forget the names of animals, you will forget how to plant seeds, you will forget the strength in your own bodies
The sun will grow savage so that in winter bears will no longer sleep Machines will enslave you, and the fire the machines bring into this world will negate all prophecies save those of fire
On the ash that was once the tree at the center of the world, I swear this as it drifts into a raging sky: I cried for you before they told me you died
In these ashes I will carry you through this world, and as I carry you into the fire,I will show no fear to the fire
May we laugh together at suffering
May we become more terrible than death as we walk into the fire
May we scream the death rites of this civilization
May we go into battle wielding ecstatic fire
May we make war on fear
May we walk into the fire with reverence for the fire
May truth come into this world to carry falsehood away on its raging red arms into the screaming black sky, and may the name of truth be fire
We are elk doing battle, we are lovers amidst wreckage, and we are faces in a tree
The ash that sifts through my fingers contains the image of me sifting ash through my fingers, and the image of its own birth in fire
These ashes were once the tree at the center of the world, thе roots holding together the mountains and thе branches upholding the sky, and one night, as we surrounded it in worship, the god who hung from this tree spoke and said: “My gallows is the source of your life, but someday what kills me will die
You will forget this tree, and you will worship one who dies on a false tree, on a dead effigy of a tree made from dead wood
And your numbers will be great, and your lives will be small
You will forget the names of animals, you will forget how to plant seeds, you will forget the strength in your own bodies
The sun will grow savage so that in winter bears will no longer sleep Machines will enslave you, and the fire the machines bring into this world will negate all prophecies save those of fire
On the ash that was once the tree at the center of the world, I swear this as it drifts into a raging sky: I cried for you before they told me you died
In these ashes I will carry you through this world, and as I carry you into the fire,I will show no fear to the fire
May we laugh together at suffering
May we become more terrible than death as we walk into the fire
May we scream the death rites of this civilization
May we go into battle wielding ecstatic fire
May we make war on fear
May we walk into the fire with reverence for the fire
May truth come into this world to carry falsehood away on its raging red arms into the screaming black sky, and may the name of truth be fire