Where'er thou walkest, thou strewest roses - Thornless and deep Reds are they Onto a beauteous path harmony thou leadest Where waterfalls sing their hymns of appraisal
Germinate into green the sterile earth - Equiponderat'd new life against decay
Wash the macrocosm with morning dew - Aurora of the waterfalls' encircling rainbows
In the horizon the appearance of a blackening empyrean A furious whirling wind accompanied by skies of dusk
In the lead - The Pale Horse - pulling a cart of dead deities - The beautiful colors are drift'd away
Black Asphodels ascend from the overcloudéd livid blossom Completely covering acherontic the land that was thought everlasting
