When one must have fallen thruó
To thine own purity stay true.
Flawed are they who make the rules.
Land and time run the toughest chain,
Excels manís wisdom: the ones who donít,
Climb with the gods that surpass us!
Yet, their love knows no bounds.
Alas, I am the obstruction, hapless and tasteless:
In spite of all that has offered meó
Love is true when it is pure of Fire,
For I love not the ones who fare in terms,
(Better than none of us can dream
For one loved one too many a villain.
For the evils that mankind offers
Therein lines the decency of their faces;
Love is too timid to notice huddles.
Till they stumble in, those who ran
And never, never believe in trustó
Once a war has cumulated;
Suit yourself to a seat
And harness all the Wírath--
Hoard your army of followers.
As the rains make to the pebbled rains
So does our alliance finish at their start.