All heaven and earth will be repaid to me,
In that one glance, before the swords sweep down.
Life is a dream and a rapture, life is a voice and a breath,
A gust of wind and a darkness, puffed in the face of Death,
Life is a treacherous river, a house that sinks in the sand,
A gift that poisons the giver, a ring that withers the hand.
Yet, when a man is mighty, that dream is more than the truth,
That wailing wind in the darkness more bright than the fires of youth,
The ring gives wisdom and power, the house stands up like a rock,