The Light Of Blood And Pain

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.