Mother of Earth, Father of Fire

His terrible glow and her fertile soil

Father burns bright, Mother's life alight

Flames make visible the darkest corners of night

Swollen eyes, swollen throat

Holding branches like a candle in a church

If he could see, then he would know

If you plant deep enough, it will grow

But there is no time, and there is no guide

Why do you worry

When you can't see in the dark?

Rub Father's coals upon your head, so he knows his son

But he still burns in that forest

And we burn with him in that forest

In that forest