Then will the earth tremble And all voices of the gods will be forced into silence The fruits of the earth will rot The soil will turn barren And the very air will sicken with sullen stagnation All good will disappear
But when all this has befallen Then, the nameless, the creator of all things Will look on that which has come to pass And will stop the disorder by the counter-force of its will Which is the good, it will cleanse the world of evil Washing it away with floods Burning it out with the fiercest fire And expelling it with war and pestilence
And thus it will bring back this earth to the former aspect So that the cosmos will once more be deemed worthy Of worship and wondering reverence A holy and awe-inspiring restoration of all nature And it is wrought inside of the process of time
