Son of the Sky

A girl and a boy sat under the pines
While the feast was prepared in his honour
Under the spruce shade they lay his head
Blessed by silvery branches
The procession begins in sacred wilderness
Sing primordial mother
Holy wedding of the golden king
This is the way of the ages

Father arise
Oh, father arise
The time has come for your crossing
Come celestial land of the dead
Open your arms to our father
Point your sullen eyes towards the sunrise
To set off in the right direction
You'll sit on no rowan but on a great fir
Linking the earth with the sky

There I put him, my hunting prey
Over the shoulder of silver hills
To the clean trees, the largest fir
Wildest leaves, joy for us all
Out of respect I face him east
Eyes point northwest, but not to the top
Lest the wind beats, lest the rain falls
Cascading down his holy bones