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