Ulver A Song of Liberty Letras:
(plates 25-27) 1. The eternal female groan'd! It
was heard all over the earth. 2. Albion's coast is
sick silent; the American meadows faint! 3.
Shadows of prophecy shiver along by the lakes and
the rivers and mutter across the ocean: France,
rend down thy dungeon; 4. Golden Spain burst the
barriers of old Rome; 5. Cast thy keys, O Rome,
into the deep falling, even to eternity down
falling, 6. And weep [and bow thy reverend
locks.]
7. In her trembling hands she took the new born
terror, howling; 8. On those infinite mountains of
light, now barr'd out by the Atlantic sea, the new
born fire stood before the starry king! 9. Flag'd
with grey brow'd snows and thunderous visages, the
jealous wings wav'd over the deep. 10. The speary
hand burned aloft, unbuckled was the shield; forth
went the hand of jealousy among the flaming hair,
and hurl'd the new born wonder thro' the starry
night. 11. The fire, the fire is falling! 12. Look
up! Look up! O citizen of London, enlarge thy
countenance: O Jew. Leave counting gold! Return to
thy oil and wine. O African! Black African! (Go,
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winged thought, widen his forehead) 13. The fiery
limbs, the flaming hair, shot like the sinking sun
into the western sea. 14. Wak'd from his eternal
sleep, the hoary element roaring fled away; 15.
Down rush'd, beating his wings in vain, the
jealous king; his grey brow'd councellors,
thunderous warriors, curl'd veterans, among helms,
and shields, and chariots, horses, elephants:
banners, castles, slings, and rocks. 16. Falling,
rushing, ruining! Buried in the ruins, on
Urthona's dens; 17. All night beneath the ruins,
then, their sullen flames faded, emerge round the
gloomy king. 18. With thunder and fire, leading
his starry hosts thro' the waste wilderness, he
promulgates his ten commands, glancing his beamy
eyelids over the deep in dark dismay, 19. where
the son of fire in his eastern cloud, while the
morning plumes her golden breast, 20. spurning the
clouds written with curses, stamps the stony law
to dust, loosing the eternal horses from the dens
of night, crying: empire is no more! And now the
lion & wolf shall cease.

Let the priests of the raven of dawn, no longer in
deadly black with hoarse note curse the sons of
joy. Nor his accepted brethren, whom, tyrant, he
calls free: lay the bound or build the roof. Nor
pale religious letchery call the virginity that
wishes but acts not! For every thing that lives is
holy
Letras: A Song of Liberty Ulver [final]