For The Mighty, Even To Give Away

Everyone Is Ready To Speak Ill Of A Stranger.

Old Men Are Children Once Again A Dream That Sways And Wavers Into The Hard Light Of Day.

Who Holds A Power But Newly Gained Is Ever Stern Of Mood.

The Power That Holds The Sky's Majesty Wins Our Worship.

On Me The Tempest Falls. It Does Not Make Me Tremble. O Holy Mother Earth, O Air And Sun, Behold Me. I Am Wronged.