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 must 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 the 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 on high
Our nation shall triumph, our enemies die
Trust me to reign with a firm iron fist
And rid all the lands of those who resist
But trust is the scent of a burning village
Trust the scent from spoils and pillage
Trust is the scent of a soul's last breath
Trust is the scent of death
Give us your trust said the lady and lord
The voice of the people when gaining accord
Trust we not squander more then we deserve
Now lower your eyes, your blood lines aren't pure
But trust is the touch of a blade to the throat
Trust is the touch of the hang man's rope
Trust is the touch of a soul's last breath
Trust is the touch of death
Give me your trust said the Love of your life
To have and to hold, in joy and in strife
Trust me to love you with heart and with soul
For better or worse, till death take it's toll
But trust is the taste of a thee unfaithful's lie
Trust is the taste of poisoned wine
Trust is the taste of a soul's last breath
Trust is the taste of death.