Just a single swallow and spring is all costly too
to get the sun back here it needs much work ado
Needed are thousands dead ones working at the wheels
needed are yet the living shedding their blood with zeal
Oh my Master Builder God, in amongst mountains You built me
oh my Master Builder God, round with all seas You girded me!
Taken away by sages the body of May now slain
and in a sepulchre out in open seas it’s lain
in an abysmal well it’s kept enclosed all through
all of the darkness scented, all of the abyss too
Oh my Master Builder God, in amongst lilacs there You are
oh my Master Builder God, Your resurrection smells afar!