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

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 23, 2026