Nor that the sooth-sayer, urging on his plough, sees Tagus sprout from the furrow;
Nor that there exists in this temple of the world
Any god other than ignorant man,
Nor that this child of the woman,
When he has rendered up his mortal form,
Shall be born again from the womb of Isis.
A Captain: What did you say?
The King: Here I swear it to you and call the black Night to witness....
Nothing. It is a matter of no importance. I care but little about that Afterwards
Which makes up all the song ... one single word.