From the bird that makes proclamation,
Declaring the might, the power, of my God;
Out here, in the open, declare it.
Proclaim the edict of silence—
A short way, a true way, this way
Of Kane, of Kanaloa—
Compact this and bind in one bundle;
Let Ocean then swallow the rest.
A jealous flame is Pele’s back:
That is the law of Pele, of my God!