Lyrics A Hart for St Hubertus - Sieben

My cross, an antler, once adorned the pagan man.
My voice, a carnyx, heard in shroud of past and rain.
My cross, an antler, to pierce your 'natural order'.
My voice, a carny, a vision you might see in me.
My flesh, His Wound, trophy slaughter of The Lamb.
My flesh, my calf, your Floriban.