Three signs that I know are all the world all the water of the rivers, Of the lakes, of the sea All the rock in our mountains All the flesh of our people
Three signs on a stone I have just designed That want the life of the children That want the heroism of the enemies That want the banquet and the party
Three signs on the fire now I'm tracing One is my hunger One my sword One my death
Three signs I have seen on the face of the soldier His weapon that breaks armours His wish that folds up the people His glory that will die only with the world
I am the scythe of the stone I am the god of snakes I am the lords of storms
Three arrows in a trunk point out me The only possible direction The only path that exists The only way for the rest
Three hits of sword I have received One on the breast, and It's my past One on the face, and It's my present One on the arm, and It's my future
Three bites the wolf has given to the buck The first was the promise The second a sphere of crystal The third the correct sentence
Three faces I have in mind going to the war One is my child that will cary this sword One is my bride that will drink to my fate One is the enemy that I'm going to embrace
I was a scythe of stone I was the god of snakes I was the lord of storms