'Neath a faulted sky; cross loamless plains, and watered blight
Ah! Where gone those days, once Glory shone so bright?
Fallen 'neath baleful wings dark as night.
Ah! A moment give to me
Hark! Shall none hear this soul's tale,
Of a land, benight?

Pitiful man whom death has undone,
Leaned upon a broken blade, looks too, skyward.
Prithee above (Almighty One) Be this thy word?
Cried out, begged for truth but no answer's sound be heard.
Yet, now he sees the dragon's dogma,
Unbound by time; all-binding, grand design.
Land and skies, and sеas yearn,
Finish the cycle of еternal return.
Finish the cycle of eternal return.