| The teeth of lions sown by the wind | |
| Spurned by the salt of the | |
| Earth's fallow and barren skin | |
| Find fertile ground in me | |
| Rains of red poppies | |
| Burst from the blue | |
| Fireflies and harpies | |
| Beat their wings anew | |
| The wine from man's fountains | |
| Imparts courage to implore | |
| "Gods, step down from your mountains | |
| Fish, rise up from the shore" | |
| For kings are few and we are legion | |
| Flood the borders between all regions | |
| No blood spills blue torn from its vein | |
| All dissolves into the grain | |
| Incite the erosion of sleeping giants | |
| So their slumber may forever last | |
| Their lies a fading rememberance of science past | |
| Rise, rise, rise, kill | |
| Seeds of revolution | |
| Sprout forests of stone | |
| The bricks of toppled castles | |
| Build me my palace | |
| Mortared with sweat from your brow | |
| The crops reaped by my vassals | |
| Feed only my malice | |
| My hearth burns with golden boughs | |
| Sea, land and air all fall to my glory | |
| May the earth bear my legacy | |
| But time knows no human deeds | |
| As nature knows no caste | |
| The winds sow forests of weeds | |
| On graves of tyrants past |