Recently the message has flashed forth from snowy Parnassus ordering all to search for the unknown man. He wanders under cover of the wild wood, among caves and rocks, fierce as a bull, wretched and forlorn on his joyless path, still seeking to separate himself from the doom revealed at the central shrine of the earth.But that doom lives forever, forever flits around him.

ChorusThe wise augur moves me, neither approving nor denying, with dread, with dread indeed.