I march to the battle of the unarmed     my weapon is my mind.
My father’s eyes are full of darkness, the milk of the sun-plant
Runs down my mother’s cheek, metallic mirror
Make me a murderer, pierce a sharp thorn
In my eyes    and slice my tongue with Akrur’s arrow
Let me kill ny child, give him to me.

My mind is a weapon, darkness only a hindrance
On its hard heart I’ll strike a wake-up note
Numb grow my limbs and crying is harder
Then darkness awoke and said, Go, return now.

The dawn glitters like a gem on the hood of a python,
My tired warrior return now, back to your own home
Your mother is now crystal water, your father’s a glowworm,
A jungle babbler wails alone in the dust of your broken home.

The eyes of the stars are dark    the sky a burnt bowl of clay
Fortune is black as the crow’s body, the food of hunger is decay.