I have strength
I fear nothing
the sky is bright for me
if the world perishes
I will not perish
my horizons stand above
the walls of pine

Beautiful the gods in this lonely hour
As I change the serpents into angels
Healing the tears of the venomous hearts
And the ground trembles under my hooves

The forest light falls in my footsteps
the moon and the lark know my song
I thrive within the folding of the pages
I decorate my heroin with blood

Beautiful the gods in this lonely hour
as I lift the veils of Phaedra
kissing the mouths of Leviathan
and tending to the weeds in my mother's garden