Becoming The Eye

I heard the last root break
And the steps nine
I felt the branch that fell
And the slithering snake.

Wind from the west speak
Wind from the east speak
Wind from the south speak
Wind from the north destroy.

I saw the wolf coming in the
Light of a burning blade
I embraced the end
Deep down the buried water.

Devoured were the sun
By birth another was given
A beautiful burning daughter
Rising proud towards the sky.

As the earth trembled
And the stars they fell
Deep down the buried water
I shall become the eye.

Over the green grass
Gods they wander
Are we descendents of them?
Who suffered the flames
And the kingdom of death
Or the stillborn of the last breathing two
Them who lived of dew
If so ... I am becoming the eye.

Wind from the west speak
Wind from the east speak
Wind from the south speak
Wind from the north destroy.