Cast not your bolted vengeance on this land,

Your gouts of wrath divine distil not, stings

Of pointed venom, with keen corrosive power

Eating life’s seeds, all barrenness and blight.

A home within this land I pledge you, here

A shrine, a refuge, and a hearth secure,

Where ye on shining thrones shall sit, my city

Yielding devoutest homage to your power.

Chorus.

Curse on your cause,