- The crowns of Gods and mortals wither;
- Moons fade where constellations shone;
- Numberless æons brought us hither;
- Numberless æons beckon us on.
- The world is old, and I am strong
- Awake, awake, O Sword of Song!
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- Here, in the Dusk of Gods, I linger;
- The world awaits a Word of Truth.
- Kindle, O lyre, beneath my finger!
- Evoke the ages awful youth!
- To arms against the inveterate wrong!
- Awake, awake, O Sword of Song!
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- Sand-founded reels the House of Faith;
- Up screams the howl of ruining sect;
- Out from the shrine flits the lost Wraith;
- God hath forsaken His elect!
- Confusion sweeps upon the throng
- Awake, awake, O Sword of Song!
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- Awake to wound, awake to heal
- By wounding, thou resistless sword!
- Raise the prone priestcrafts that appeal
- In agony to their prostrate Lord!
- Raise the duped herdthey have suffered long!
- Awake, awake, O Sword of Song!
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- My strength this agony of the age
- Win through; my music charm the old
- Sorrow of years: my warfare wage
- By iron to an age of gold:
- The world is old, and I am strong
- Awake, awake, O Sword of Song!
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