Let us wash away all the putrid remains

Of what once was

Let us tear open the sky to set heaven on fire

And conquer the world

Phoibos, bless me with thy silvery bow

To pierce through the weary clouds above

Live through me, O, Lord of the Sun

Proclaim the will of the Ancient Ones

With lucent words and beams of gold

Wash this earthy mind

Scatter thy rays of light

Upon these frozen lands wide

As thou commence the primeval rite

And baptizе the world in fiery might

The icy wind did howl

For many a long night

It brought words of malicе

Sung songs of madness

And to the wolf's delight

It blew both day and night

Stirred up strife amongst brothers

Forged woe amongst mothers

Yet as the old world did fall

From its womb a new man crawled

And he bore an aegis bright

Sword in hand, his eyes alight

Phoibos, bless me with thy silvery bow

To pierce through the weary clouds above

Proclaim the will of the Ancient Ones

As thy lyre speaks of the unconquered Sun

"I will remember and not be unmindful of Apollo who shoots afar. As he goes through the house of Zeus, the gods tremble before him and all spring up from their seats when he draws near, as he bends his bright bow."