We call upon the insubstantial entities,
Whose radiant glare deprives from
The spirit Yon, the ones the eye can barely
Follow, Yon whose rapid ceasing resembles a fiery spark

Descending back into chaos, at a flaming horizon,
Raise ye countenance - ye reminiscence
Will be preserved

Brandish out of nights calderas,
Until the soaring silhouette treads upon
The unclean planet

Glance at the horizon,
It draws back as we approach

Brandish out of nights calderas,
Until the soaring silhouette treads upon
The unclean planet

Glance at the horizon,
It draws back as we approach

Tear not at the earthly gyves of the globe
Revolving in delirium, existence in an ellipse
Churning, pelting, devouring

Glance at the horizon,
It draws back as we approach