Re’shänú
A pulse thuds,
Echoing within the black chasm;
A pocket of finite life.
Re’shänú
Re’shänú
Re’shänú
It is so delicate,
Oh, it is so delicately beautiful;
Where now, is the dance?
Re’shänú
Re’shänú
Re’shänú
The power of flesh,
Is here once again,
in this place,
It bleeds and binds all as one
As the dance begins once more.