This puny world, this horde of souls,
Uncleansed by death, shall take its toll,
You stupid, weakling people
I'll kill you and I'll keep all,
...
The tides will turn, the winds will blow,
The heavens will thunder, in winter it'll snow,
The skies will rain, the deserts will dry,
The seas will churn, the birds will fly,
...
From the sky, a star did fall, with blinding light, it silenced all,
It fell to earth, in all its glory, for aeons we will tell the story,
On entry, it broke up and burned, but to a shining form we turned,
The figure of a golden child, its features strange, its hair all wild,
...