The light pierces my eyes The horns' blow, fluid bronze blade The calling scream. The other worlds' Birds speak to us. Spread out, the light of fire, The light of the sacrifice. And the lungs inhale the smoke In a corporal form - Like an eagle divided in half I am, alive. And as that eagle I am living, Gods! Will I be the whole one or divided for You? Whistle of winter storm, And summer squall in tops of the oak. Wind, let your Sons Roam in the steppe But for my Sons it destined to see The red Crimson light of sunset That is blood and pain of my Land.
