Stormy wind, take my song up high,
to all the gods upon the sky.
To tree of life and soul of all,
and greet them with that sounds at all.
For seeing life in all the things,
so as to death, of the scythe springs.
To play the music for that and more,
With love, selflessness and lore.
To live in harmony with all,
in material, spirit and soul at all.
To have a life in no extreme.
combining the worlds in life supreme.
To wake the song in all,
and feel the energy fall.
And at the end, to be unite,
with life, that shines so brite.