Possessing the ultimate power Vultures surrounding waiting to devour The darkest, agonizing hour Enclosed in his reign, high from his tower The voice of the wind of an hour Granted him dominion and power High is, the virtue of the course High will be the gaiety of the old High is, the horn of the travelling High the crow in the evening High is, truth when it shines Higher when it speaks High is, my violent intent Higher if it comes against reason The sovereign chair Supreme ruler In earth and heaven In glade and bower High is, the elder wisdom High was the path to travel High is, the briskly-moving stream Higher, around the violent borders High is the swing of the sword High when it comes from the king High is the sovereign chair High, the wise one, that keeps it With his staff and his wisdom With his swift irruptions With his sovereign prince With his scriptural number With his red purple With his assault over the vale With his appropriate chair Amongst the retinue over the wall Let him be a conductor of fleets The billow cover over the shingle Let the land become ocean So that it leaves not the cliffs Let the old, renewed border fall! So that we can raise new blood Let it be fragile in like manner Fickle and dissolving