Gifts 'hal'

Whose longing is it?
Who is that,
who has handed it to me?
Is it now mine
that I pay its price?

You! You planted your seeds of love
in me
And I will pay its price
with my blood
Writhing and wringing
- in agony

You! You planted seeds of Your love
in me -
And I will pay its price
with my blood

In the Hall of Outcasts
I will be made an Empress

There is no glory in Your love
There is no glory in Your love