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