No more these frozen nights, boughs weighted with mystery
No more the calm and vast expanse
The icy plane where skates these visions nivernal
O Sun! What rises now is falling
Burns the air and steals the old
What rises now is hellfire not
The sun has come to earth
O Night, North winds, O seven stars return
Hide me from the hostile light
That does not warm, but burns
The sun has come to earth
Sown whirlwinds return
As death’s bright blade sweeps once verdant hills
The horizon hauls a burning sky, the earth a kiln
Dies Irae no more impends
Sothis’ howl with Sybil’s word blends
No sudden rush, no blinding flash, but canicule unending
Orion’s hound Sothis’ howl with Sybil’s word blending