This presidium resides with flavours of the far east,
Enticing my entwined continent, like of my language.
Additional adaptations are actualised, by the minor
Critical-thinkers, the real plaguing committee.
Heavenwards we bespeak the natural tongue,
The Islands of the Blessed marry the jubilant air.
An escape is made to the thrilled hoops,
The vault of heaven eluded us with hilly regions.
I like to drive into the light
With a wailing sound in the night.
I like weapons of the frightening kind,
To dwell within the cities of the reign.
I form the rite of the whole place like the fish,
It swims forever in huge pathways due to glory;
The swimming is never-ending like the rain,
That oceans swirl before our eyes and ears,
I called from a point running out of time,
The point in time had receded,
Boundaries were betrayed and won,
Selfishness and closeness to the devil
A rune has strength of a thousand men
Who received a letter from the king,
They followed his instructions to the letter,
You must be certainly his own henchmen.
Never in the end do winters wilt,
Sadness applies to the soul of beds
And their souls are of beds that
Are cushions to the lives of man.
I solve the problems of a meaner tyrant
Who lives within the weird domain,
Many have striven.
Saying is precious due to sizes of atoms,
The molecular structures of some are weak,
The weakness of the strong muscles escapes,
But internal happiness reckons its justice.