The gaze from the Seven subsides Ever watchful of the resucant To judge who is worthy of praise and strike those who cover their eyes The yellow slayers at the gates Yelling its name to be saved, in bronze, at the temple of Los
Build me a place of worship and Let the tidings be heard Let the tidings be heard
Far beyond pale hopes Far beyond poisoned wells Far beyond destined goals You´ll make everything new
Ever the dim beginning Ever the mutable Ever the changing One Ever the crumbling One
Of every human life, the whole or large or small, summed and added up, in its Eidolon The rounding of the circle brings us back again The rounding of the wheel where first and last will meet again again again