Great Spirit of the Wolves, who have felt pain in their blood, but died and lived invigorated, they do not understand.
They do not believe in love, more accomplished lovers than I, who have been exalted by you, blessed father, above sorrow and disgrace, though familiar with despair.
Some have accused you of a hell, with which we are unfamiliar, but for some, freshly sunken in the Well of Despair, and for others, lackadaisically fetching nourishing waters from the well.
I cannot destroy. Blind and flailing in a rage as I may. And resurrected from the dead.
Therefore, you are the Great Spirit, and I pass this pipe.
They do not believe in love, more accomplished lovers than I, who have been exalted by you, blessed father, above sorrow and disgrace, though familiar with despair.
Some have accused you of a hell, with which we are unfamiliar, but for some, freshly sunken in the Well of Despair, and for others, lackadaisically fetching nourishing waters from the well.
I cannot destroy. Blind and flailing in a rage as I may. And resurrected from the dead.
Therefore, you are the Great Spirit, and I pass this pipe.