"Father! Father!" See, doubtless he hears. Call louder!
What is a man that is dead? And who exists beyond the grave to still be mindful of us?
And you, where were you before you were born, work of the womb?
So, having lived, we return to the same nameless nothingness
A human soul inflated with love and malediction!
That is why I shall do my part here and shall rise like a lofty tree.
The Princess: The blood of my father is on you. It has fallen upon you like rain,
And your own shall flow like a spring.
Tête-d'or: Joyfully, joyfully, I accept the omen! So be it! So be it! I long to see that day!
Let it flow, let it submerge the world!