An old god,
a vengeful god,
the wrath of a thousand
stars raining down
upon the wheat fields
across the plains;

My prayers go unanswered
as I waste away longer
in this storm;

Oh, fearless god above me,
do you turn against me now?

The old god,
the learned god,
the love of a thousand
people now together
upon the hilltops
across the planes.