Brother son You will never know my name Or how i gave birth to you In this palace of the plains Among the mountains Upon the veins And by the father Of our great and sacred name Father dear I still hold the leaves of the fields Where your trees yet bear their fruit As you smolder upon the fire And with your passing I hold your fire And cover my flesh In the soot of your sacred skin First born son How i wish to braid your hair And hold you as my child In a safe and peaceful place Far away from our sacred name