Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burden'd air;
Hungry clouds swag on the deep

Once meek, and in a perilous path
The just man kept his course along
The vale of death
Roses are planted where thorns grow
And on the barren heath
Sing the honey bees

Then the perilous path was planted:
And a river, and a spring
On every cliff and tomb;
And on the bleached bones
Red clay brought forth

Till the villain left the paths of ease
To walk in perilous paths, and drive
The just man into barren climes

Now the sneaking serpent walks
In mild humility
And the just man rages in the wilds
Where lions roam

Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burden'd air;
Hungry clouds swag on the deep