Twilight of Freedom

Let us glorify, brothers, the twilight of freedom The great twilight year Into the boiling night waters A heavy forest of nets is lowered Let us glorify the fateful burden of power Which the people's leader takes on in tears He who has a heart, he must hear, O time As your ship sinks Well then, let's try: huge, clumsy The creaking turn of the rudder The earth floats. Take heart, men Dividing the ocean like a plow Let us glorify the gloomy burden of power Its unbearable oppression He who has a heart, he must hear, O time As your ship sinks We are in the fighting legions We tied up the swallows — And now, through the nets — the thick twilight — The sun is not visible and the earth is floating Well, let's try: the huge, clumsy Creaking turn of the rudder We will remember, even in the Lethean cold That the earth cost us ten heavens