Then will the earth tremble

And all voices of the gods will be forced into silence

The fruits of the earth will rot

The soil will turn barren

And the very air will sicken with sullen stagnation

All good will disappear

But when all this has befallen

Then, the nameless, the creator of all things

Will look on that which has come to pass

And will stop the disorder by the counter-force of its will

Which is the good, it will cleanse the world of evil

Washing it away with floods

Burning it out with the fiеrcest fire

And expеlling it with war and pestilence

And thus it will bring back this earth to the former aspect

So that the cosmos will once more be deemed worthy

Of worship and wondering reverence

A holy and awe-inspiring restoration of all nature

And it is wrought inside of the process of time