If the Goddess is the seasons

And God just day and night

Powers given human form

Unmovable might

Winter turns to Spring

Night turns to day

As Živa has her way

Swept by these ancient powers

Humans are powerless

Observers of a celestial battle

Rhythmically fought

Watchers of the Elohim

And mattering nought

The elements wane and wax

Through season and day

Perun and his axe

Making their way

In the imagination

Of His reflection

Made from clay