Open my chest and colour my spine I'm giving you all, I'm giving you all Swallow my breath And take what is mine I'm giving you all, I'm giving you all
I'll be the blood iIf you'll be the bones I'm giving you all, I'm giving you all So lift up my body and lose all control I'm giving you all, I'm giving you all
You hover like a hummingbird Haunt me in my sleep You're sailing from another world Sinking in my sea, oh You're feeding on my energy I'm letting go of it She wants it
I can see through you, we are the same It's perfectly strange, you run in my veins How can I keep you inside my lungs I breathe what is yours, you breathe what is mine
And I run from wolves Breathing heavily at my feet And I run from wolves Tearing into me without teeth
◆ AMATERASU ◆
Each of us narrates our life as it suits us.
A god of light and of life, so the Drifter has deduced from the way her form clearly parallels and contrasts that of the jackal, that god of death with the lean, dark shape and pointed snout. This god, with her snowy white fur and penchant for growing things, is far less aloof than the Drifter is accustomed. She mingles with mortals freely, favors naps and pets of her soft fur, and the Drifter is...unused to this level of divine interaction, to say in the least. That is not to say it is unwelcome; they simply have not yet learned how best to react to it.
They have already been claimed by a god of death; that a god of life would care so much about their fate, and even help them and allow them to help her in turn, is a peculiar notion indeed.
amaterasu ◆ ōkami
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Open my chest and colour my spine
I'm giving you all, I'm giving you all
Swallow my breath
And take what is mine
I'm giving you all, I'm giving you all
I'll be the blood iIf you'll be the bones
I'm giving you all, I'm giving you all
So lift up my body and lose all control
I'm giving you all, I'm giving you all
You hover like a hummingbird
Haunt me in my sleep
You're sailing from another world
Sinking in my sea, oh
You're feeding on my energy
I'm letting go of it
She wants it
I can see through you, we are the same
It's perfectly strange, you run in my veins
How can I keep you inside my lungs
I breathe what is yours, you breathe what is mine
And I run from wolves
Breathing heavily at my feet
And I run from wolves
Tearing into me without teeth
They have already been claimed by a god of death; that a god of life would care so much about their fate, and even help them and allow them to help her in turn, is a peculiar notion indeed.