in spirals to the sin,
twist withered Kaisa grass,
wrap tight coils bound fast
in palm-leaf strips that can
trace trails from ancinet past.
Weave tales of gods and us
dance the lives of men...
Twist withered Kaisa grass
to bowls and mats that cast
rememberance who we've been.
Trace trails from ancient past
lest strangers from the east
corrupt our memory of when.
Twist withered Kaisa grass
'Til we have lost our face
and no one's left who can
trace trails from ancient past,
twist withered Kaisa grass.
