Pine torches raised, her petals fall –

purplish fires flaming hands of Aurora

she propagates the morning with dewdrops in her hair

vast and terrible as the valley, burning

the rebirth of her radiant brother.

Yellow flowers are braided

a woven crown blazes in the mist,

blood is given to the fire


Torce di pino innalzate, cadono i suoi petali –

fuochi purpurei e mani infiammate di Aurora

lei propaga il mattino con rugiada fra i capelli

vasta e terribile come la valle, ardente

la rinascita del fratello radiante.

Fiori gialli sono raccolti

una corona intrecciata incendia nella nebbia,

sangue è dato al fuoco

The music is an excerpt from a record made many years ago.
If you’re interested in the whole thing, just contact me.

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