Underneath the sky --
Even the tree still, resting --
Everyone is called.
Tether my mother.
Take my brother's only child.
Burning, turning, gone.
We lift them upwards,
Presentation to the god,
Our merciless friend.
Then we are opened,
seventh sons of seventh seal,
unworthy lovers.
Sky shattered, flint-like,
Branches torn and blown away,
No stone left unturned.
