Death Song
Under the centre of the sky,
I utter my baim wä wä.
Every day, thou star!
I gaze at you.
The half of the day
I abide — gazing
Ye warlike birds.
They fly round the circuit of the sky.
The birds — circling
Round half the circuit of the sky.
They cross the enemy's line
The birds.
The high gods
My praise
They sound.
Full happy — I
To lie on the battle-field
Over the enemy's line.
I utter my baim wä wä.
Every day, thou star!
I gaze at you.
The half of the day
I abide — gazing
Ye warlike birds.
They fly round the circuit of the sky.
The birds — circling
Round half the circuit of the sky.
They cross the enemy's line
The birds.
The high gods
My praise
They sound.
Full happy — I
To lie on the battle-field
Over the enemy's line.
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