A girl and a boy sat un der the highs
For the feast was prepared,
Under the spruce shade they lay his head
Blessed by silvery branches
Procession begins in sac red wilderness
Overly awaiting of the golden king
This is the way of the ages
Father arise, oh Father arise
Time has come, you're crossing
Come celestial land of the dead
Open your arms to our Father
Point your sullen eyes toward
You're set off in the right direction
Linking the earth with the sky
There I put him, my hunting prey
Over the shoulders 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
Cascading down his holy bones
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