Onde de sang, vent ardent. 
I rolled like the sand 
the 
water 
unfurls. 
We are the everdead, the spark in the air. 
Dust and water, 
The blood of the harvest 

And aimless on those muddy fields, 
We wandered all night. 
from the pyres draw 
a solemn temple: 
We have reached the altar. 

Les corps n