I offer you three living doves,
my sacrifice,
black ink stains their feathers,
as I write on them the curse of your twin-tongued daughter,
consecrated
as I gave what you asked from me.
Mother,
who hides behind
untainted shrouds,
walk with me
through the petrified river,
your amber eyed children
float along the clouds,
watch my every move
since I have sworn the oath
The twilight breaks out of your chest, feed me with the light,
melt my soul,
return me to thy womb.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN