Time was when skies were always clear:
Spirits and souls of the heroes olden,
Faint are cries from the darkness, hear!
Tear ye the veil of time asunder
Tear the veil, ’tis the gods’ command,
Hear we the sun-stricken breakers thunder
Over the shore where the heroes stand.
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Dark is the world our fathers left us,
Heavily, greyly the long years flow,