At the Death

Place of rest

Funeral rite

Wailing and despair

Cursing in the place of prayer

Angels watching round

The holy ground

Man's frail judgment

Powerless to choice

Peeled and hunted

Sleep on the dark of the wild

Secret of the heart is hidden language

From it's many forms

To light the naked spirits

Our partial eye shall scorn

The spirit of red man shot down

By the devil

Belle

The wind

Bear homeward again

Gazed, as the sun screamed

O'er the blue western waters

The mists clung damp on

The songs

Roses on the gale

Pale, ghostly remembered

Cursed

Beautiful

Belle.