A’Seluwani…

I breathe you in…

I breathe you out…

[Verse 1]

Grandmother Spider in the dark of the void,

Weaving the world with her ancient poise.

Her Twins at the gate where the balance falls,

One shapes the land, one echoes the call.

Shadows in my chest, light under my skin,

Death stood near… then pulled me back in.

Spiritwalker’s dance wrapped around my bone,

Called me from the edge to the path of the throne.

[Pre-Chorus]

Ashé moves… through the marrow…

Through the breath… through the hollow…

I hear the pulse the Mothers keep,

I rise from the web where the spirits sleep.

[Chorus]

A’Se-lu-wa-ni…

I breathe the ancient breath inside me.

A’Se-lu-wa-ni…

From the dark, from the light, you revive me.

I am the threshold, I am becoming,

I am the echo where the spirits are drumming.

A’Se-lu-wa-ni…

Flow through the world as you rise through me.

[Verse 2]

I hold the shadow and the light as one,

Birth-sight glowing like a rising sun.

Death-sight humming where the truth is born,

I walk with the night and I walk with the dawn.

The Mothers whisper through the wind and bone,

“Child of two cosmologies, claim your throne.”

I am the weaver of the stories untold,

A keeper of the mysteries the ancients hold.

[Pre-Chorus]

Ashé moves… through the marrow…

Through the breath… through the hollow…

The Web awakens inside my veins,

The pulse of creation sings my name.

[Chorus]

A’Se-lu-wa-ni…

I breathe the ancient breath inside me.

A’Se-lu-wa-ni…

From the dark, from the light, you revive me.

I am the threshold, I am becoming,

I am the echo where the spirits are drumming.

A’Se-lu-wa-ni…

Flow through the world as you rise through me.

[Bridge]

I am the gate.

I am the seam.

I am the sound beneath the dream.

The Mothers rise.

The Web expands.

I hold the story in my hands.

Haaah… Haaah… haaah… flow through me…

[Chorus]

A’Se-lu-wa-ni…

Call through the bones of humanity.

A’Se-lu-wa-ni…

Breathe your forgotten breath through me.

I am the threshold, I am becoming,

I am the echo where the spirits are drumming.

A’Se-lu-wa-ni…

Your ancient power returns through me.

[Outro]

A’Seluwani…

I carry you…

Into the world…