Costly, the light of the moon Saturated in red Cast the blood on the stone My sacrifice Blood sacrifice Spare the horses Spare the bats Spare the chickens Dogs and cats Spare the oxen Spare the plant Lofty dove and Lowly ant When the Ax is free again The mortal's cursed reign shall end Slay the ones who chop and cut Slay them in their wooden huts Slay the ones who slay the birds Slay the ones who speak with words Slay the ones with tools and games Slay the ones whose gods have names And as I watch the slaughter My kingdom swiftly ends I recognize the slayers They are my childhood friends The blood-ax strangely silent As all these mortals die Together we could save them But I've no will to try Why? Of the wood you are Soil and dust you are Of the stone you are Wind and rain you are Not of human mind Nor of mortal life Yes, you are my son And your work is done See me as the creator Of your destiny You have a void to fill Full with your elusive life You are he