Within cavernous lairs imprisoned
Beasts of menacing teeth
Where golden masks of death will grimace
At offending greed
Be that you fruitful in soil and wine
The proud lands making love to the seas
Bright sun of this world
Grant me
Sons untouched by flame
Grant me the trees and the earth and the skies
With the ever changing need
For blood shroud stone
Upon beauty in lands of salt
Coitus is won over kine
Catharsis
Awoken from the deep to expel me