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