Prince of Blood

We can find them all in the waves of ornament.
The waves are tasting the breath of Heaven.
Stone dust is their new Motherland.
We wait for the Answer, for Northern Raven.

Sun caresses the Blood and Stone.
Smist of night and streams from the Sky Dome
Are bringing into this world new God -
Prince of High Caste, Archetypes and Blood.

We shall open windows for sage birds coming.
We'll merge in Dreams for never-dying.
We'll taste ourselves offsprings' fingers.
And we'll remain only in stone figures.

Sun caresses the Blood and Stone.
Smist of night and streams from the Sky Dome
Are bringing into this world new God -
Prince of High Caste, Archetypes and Blood.