- The crowns of Gods and mortals wither;
 - Moons fade where constellations shone;
 - Numberless æons brought us hither;
 - Numberless æons beckon us on.
 - The world is old, and I am strong
 - Awake, awake, O Sword of Song!
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 - Here, in the Dusk of Gods, I linger;
 - The world awaits a Word of Truth.
 - Kindle, O lyre, beneath my finger!
 - Evoke the ages awful youth!
 - To arms against the inveterate wrong!
 - Awake, awake, O Sword of Song!
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 - Sand-founded reels the House of Faith;
 - Up screams the howl of ruining sect;
 - Out from the shrine flits the lost Wraith;
 - God hath forsaken His elect!
 - Confusion sweeps upon the throng
 - Awake, awake, O Sword of Song!
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 - Awake to wound, awake to heal
 - By wounding, thou resistless sword!
 - Raise the prone priestcrafts that appeal
 - In agony to their prostrate Lord!
 - Raise the duped herdthey have suffered long!
 - Awake, awake, O Sword of Song!
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 - My strength this agony of the age
 - Win through; my music charm the old
 - Sorrow of years: my warfare wage
 - By iron to an age of gold:
 - The world is old, and I am strong
 - Awake, awake, O Sword of Song!
  
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