Of that colossal smash boundless and naked

when sunlit world fades away

What the blacksmith's iron what fear get a handle on

What the blacksmith's iron what fear get a handle on

No distance ever separates

A long conflict complicated and awful tangled

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide

Nor will Death boast thou wander'st in his shade

Had worn them really about the same

I rise

I rise

Of gods or mortals or of both

And having perhaps the better claim

Does it come as a surprise

so that i will relish you all over again

What's more, frequently is his gold composition dimm'd

Memorial service walks to the grave

Thou workmanship all the more beautiful and more calm

That mumble earlier than lengthy solutions God doth not require

A burning forehead and a parching tongue