To Heaven and the Gods I turn towards

To adress this prayer
To offer this prayer

Oh you Gravestone !
Oh you, as cold as this corpse you keep
Oh you, engraved stone
You, which preserve my son, fallen in his youth
Oh you, unfinished stone !
You, which shows to all the epitaph
Of my missing flesh
Answer nom my question
Who prevents me to breathe now ?
Who took him it away ?

And you, my son,
Who rests in this wooden and dirt prison
And you my child whom I'll never see
Again in this continuum
Remember our beliefs, remember our wandering

And in your understanding,
Forgive this exhumation
My hands digging in this earth
To expiate all these wounds which took you away ?
I finally reach the oak I confide you with
Thank you for keeping him, but from now on
I must take him back
Here you are finally,
As cold as your protecting stone
Here you are, finally,
In your mighty carried away youth
I deny the epitaph and take back my missing flesh
Only you can hep me, who else could I question ?
Only you can hep me, who else could I ask ?

As an opalescent white angel
You're deprived of your right to live
Before You Gods, I present
The remains of my murdered child
May you forgive me ?
To not entrust him to you
May you guide me ?
In this unfinished task
May you, my son
Forgive this gesture
May you, my son
In this quest, help me

To Heaven and the Gods
I turn towards
To adress this prayer
To offer this prayer

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