On the day when the contents of the graves are thrown forth.
On the day when the earth is torn asunder and her secrets exposed.
The day when mountains crumble to dust, the trees scattered
like ashes, and the sky is packed into the ground.
We have held this vow against our chest, an oath pressed
against our throat, the pressure of testimony forming a slit.
The treasure of blood flows through borrowed veins into the hands of this inherent union.
Liberated into the embrace of majesty by the promise of death,
the hand strains towards the beloved.
Whatever is in the heavens and on the earth extols the limitless glory of our annihilation.
We are brought closer, and the veils are cast aside.
We are brought closer, and the light burns upon our faces.
The contents of our breasts will be turned out, nothing left concealed.
On this day we will be fully acquainted.
With increasing severity our separation diminishes.
