The Sower’s Cross

Beyond the darkness of illusion
In fertile soil his seeds are sown
Death's sanctified intrusion
Crucified to free his own

And by his cross
With life-force drawn
The devil's square
Speaks of his will and cause

Marked in furrows watered red
The Sower's cross
Now shred its light upon our way
The Sower's cross

Through the darkness of creation
His scattered seeds shall sprout in might
Pave the way to liberation
On that glorious other side

For by his cross
Cruel fate had lost
The Devil's square
Conceals his work of reversal

Seeds in furrows watered red
The Sower's cross
Now sprout within to reach without
The Sower's cross