Overdue free-mason gathering His eyes pale with anguish His eyes blue and changing Wander obscure in this forest He found a monster Born of his dire concentration Rushed out like bulls on the mountain top In torrents of mud With eggs of unnatural premonition Formed with hatching Somehow down this hill An enormous dried serpent Scaled his poisonous hoard Approach uneven to its knee He sat at his dark lord With the torrents he threw his fury on Brave the conflict Inner poison And grate the jealousy But the dark lord spoke up Ever be to his poisonous rock Then he polished his rim Driving his kingdom apart But even now a black can be heard A poison rock's place of silence The eldest rocks of all A little cloud is seen in the sand And so it is through the death of the monster Send its rocks swimming and it will drown The black cloud in the birth of a new god And so saying in torment to the world He painted on his enormous rim A circle of darkness And fixed his sill