Paradise Ridge

The Yoke of Heaven

Paradise Ridge
The Yoke of Heaven

1.
The whole earth was of one lip
and of the same words.

Mortaria bellica in Jugo Paradisi timent.
Mortarium quod ligat ferimus,
Jugum quod leve est portamus.

They say we bring grenades.
We bring pomegranates,
Apples and grain.

2.
Go we down, and shame we there
The tongue of them.

Catenis et tormentis belli se fugere putant.
Non nos tanget tormentum mortis,
Catenis frangeremus, fructibus partiremus.

Pluck the grenade from its tree,
Crack it open, scoop out the grains.

3.
Each man hears not the voice of his neighbor.

Servimus ei qui tempestatem serenat.
Si paratus es, decerpendum est.	

Pluck the grenade from its tree,
Crack it open, scoop out the grains.
The sword we bring is for joints,
The stones we bear are for altars.

My life for yours.
There will indeed be death, 
And a feast of sacrifices.