With your claw that severs hate
With your cry that tears the wind
Splitting where salt rains
In your shadow the nights burn
With the arrow of your eye you wound
With the nerve of your nail you bleed
In the cleft of the worlds you sleep
From your shadow the nights are born
In the gourd your echo rumbles
In the smoke your reflection rises
Your disguise longed for by the blind
That stretches to the land of the dead
It seems that it's my end
I who one day will descend
With the dark fire of worship
Voice of thunder, death in your roar