Give me your trust, said the Aes Sedai.
On my shoulders I support the sky.
Trust me to know and to do what is best,
And I will take care of the rest.
But trust is the color of a dark seed growing.
Trust is the color of a heart's blood flowing.
Trust is the color of a soul's last breath.
Trust is the color of death.
Give me your trust, said the queen on her throne,
For I bear the burden all alone.
Trust me to lead and to judge and to rule,
And no man will think you a fool.
But trust is the sound of a grave-dog's bark.
Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark.
Trust is the sound of a soul's last breath.
Trust is the sound of death.
Give me your trust, said the king up on high.
All those around me wish I would die.
Trust me to help you in famine and war,
And of you I'll not ask much more.
But trust is the stench of the army that cam.
Trust is the stench of a pillager's flame.
Trust is the stench of a soul's last breath.
Trust is the stench of death.
Give me your trust, said the lady and lord.
Think of the common troubles I ford.
Trust me to keep you from starving and cold,
And you'll be safe lambs in my fold.
But trust has the feel of sharp hunger's pangs.
Trust has the feel of hard labor's fangs.
Trust has the feel of a soul's last breath.
Trust has the feel of death.
Give me your trust, said the love of your life,
For I will become your wife.
I'll trust you to love me and know what to do,
And to you I'll always be true.
But trust is the taste of poison's embrace.
Trust is the taste of life's blood on your face.
Trust is the taste of a soul's last breath.
Trust is the taste of death.