Opening (wordless) (full voice, open vowels — not quite language) (a sound that means: I am here and I will not be quiet) Verse 1 I have a hymn that has no church I have a prayer with no address I have a faith in the unnameable I have a god who doesn't bless but witnesses — who doesn't save but stands beside me in the dark and says: I see you I see you I see you Chorus Feral hymn I sing my feral hymn no translation no apology Feral hymn I sing my feral hymn to the dark to the fire to the root to the wound to the lake to the field to the first to the last — feral hymn Verse 2 I have been in the thornfield I have been in the burning I have grown a root system I have done my ungovernable learning I have been meat and myth I have been seizure weather I have been first-wounded and I have put myself together in a shape you won't recognise — in a shape I don't entirely recognise — but it breathes it breathes it breathes Chorus Feral hymn I sing my feral hymn no translation no apology Feral hymn I sing my feral hymn to the dark to the fire to the root to the wound to the lake to the field to the first to the last — feral hymn Bridge (part spoken, part sung, part wordless) (spoken) A hymn doesn't have to be beautiful. A hymn just has to be true. This is the truest thing I know how to make. (sung, low and certain) I came from glass I came through fire I grew in the dark I am going higher — not toward the light toward myself toward myself (wordless — voice opens into pure sound, the largest moment on the album) Outro (gradually, the wordless sound becomes language again) This is my hymn This is my hymn This is — (silence)
