When I look down,
I see a man on the floor,
With the eyes of a leader,
The eyes of a warrior,
He's sitting there,
A bloody had grasping my knife,
Amongst foliage and grass,
Asking me to end his life.
I try to refuse,
I try to stand still,
But his words stand stronger,
Then my own will.
My woman is sitting near me,
Her eyes filled with dread,
For this dying man,
She was destined wed,
I'm the leader now,
He says it's the way,
To send his soul to Eywa,
And begin a new day.
He will be remembered,
If this spirit is lost,
For a man whose bravery,
Came with a large cost.
All time seems to stop,
As I tighten my grip,
On that one special knife,
That will begin leadership.
I start to recite a blessing,
As my lover had taught me,
In order to feel right in your heart,
End a life respectfully.
Oel ngati kameie, ma tsmukan, He was my brother Ulte ngaru seiyi ireiyo.
My knife makes it's move.
Ngari hu Eywa saleu tirea, I can't hold the tears Tokx 'ì'awn slu Na'viyä hapxì. It was his wish. A warrior's wish.