he burst upon the ruined land
with promises both vague and bold
to make the dull horizon grand
with just the instruments at hand
that all will turn to gold
that all will turn to gold

so, where the sun that hides its face?
now, where’s the light that lately shone?
must dark descend upon the chase
the lowest common bit of base
this ruined land has known –
this ruined land
has known?

the sepulcher is opened wide
and destiny is leering, just inside