Rise Oh Idol
Rise Oh Idol
From the ecstasy of adoration,
What luminescence, glowing in your eyes!
The gems are waiting for your grace
Where all their glee lyes.
For days, nights, years and eons,
The numbness had swallowed declaration of commons;
And had hidden pensive pains in darkness
Had spent many lifetimes,
In the grief of severances
Yet has held hopes in crowd
In the name of your gleaming clout.
Oh, beauteous! Oh, the beauteous!
Bloom now from the luck of mankind.
Sweep your hair and blow your sword in the air of felony,
Shade off your veils;
Emerge from the blaze of valour
We've built your crown with the pearls from Ate's crown
And arrayed your throne with the petals of Cupid's orchard
Come oh glory! come down!