Grass and leaves, little grey heart,
little grey goose, little grey dove.
Let the knife be small to fit your hand; no matter.
Fast avenging all you love,
wild of eye and free of feather, fly!

Fast, the flock that never flew.
Strong, the ugly duckling.
Monster skin to wrap you in,
fruitful all your hunting.
Matriarchs who rode the steppes,
fathers slain by raiders,
changing shape to wield a blade:
gosling girl avenger.

Grass and leaves, little grey heart,
little grey goose, little grey dove.
Let the knife be small to fit your hand; no matter.
Fast avenging all you love,
wild of eye and free of feather, fly!

Princeling brothers try their best
in the face of wicked laughter.
Wizard's blood upon your hands,
leave them trailing after.
By your mother's starlit words,
beastly skin surrounds you.
Changing shape to wield a blade,
whisper "death has found you!"

Stars above us, stars within,
bright beneath our shifting skin.
A mother's magic, in the end,
shall leave the deepest mark.
Stars above us, burning high,
guide the flocks who never fly.
The path's before you, should you try
to journey through the dark.

Grass and leaves, little grey heart,
little grey goose, little grey dove.
Let the knife be small to fit your hand; no matter.
Fast avenging all you love,
wild of eye and free of feather, fly!
Wild of heart and burning feather, fly!
Wild of eye and free of feather, fly!