Letras
brother son
you will never know my name
or how i gave birth to you
in this palace of the plains
among the mountains
upon the veins
and by the father
of our great and sacred name
father dear
i still hold the leaves of the fields
where your trees yet bear their fruit
as you smolder upon the fire
and with your passing
i hold your fire
and cover my flesh
in the soot of your sacred skin
first born son
how i wish to braid your hair
and hold you as my child
in a safe and peaceful place
far away from our sacred name