Primordial Breath

The calling wind on my face
Waving from the summoning of giants
That heals my soul

The virile fragrance of alpine tor
The blowing breath of this fold
That dreams me

Pervading every single nook of existence

Veidon anatlâ
Trireinos koilon monis pantos
Volevos kaion moricus
Ni têrsos tenkos sves nâus-anatia
In litaviâ votno-ûrâ
Mê anatlô

Qe tebô lama deivos skver-ollos

Laden with the burden of this life
The barque sails through endless waters
Deep and dark

Yet gestated pristinely and free
Escorting to the biding warmth
Of the womb

I'm a bard do you not vouchsafe my secrets to slaves
I am a guide a judge if you sow you will labour