Awake now, you who sent me down
From the hills into the towns
Awake now, you whose scent meets
With that of the kills in the downs

I did not awake you through the winter
I have let you wander by yourself through the summer

In spring and fall you are mine

Awake now, you whose name breaks the waves
Awake now, you whose name sounds like thunder
I did give unto you your crown, the seventh diadem
I have taken from you, the mantle of God

In blood and grief you are mine