Was there a time when I was Jupiter
Ringed like Saturn, with sacred belt?
Anvil sweating under blows
Hammer on hammer, cold steel to smelt

Coiled serpent, silently waiting
Takes the bait I place beneath
The darkened deeps so far from shore
Line cut, dagger to sheath

Stage must be set for mortal battle
Völva prophesy fufilled
At Ragnarök, gory conclusion:
Drowning world to raise, rebuild

Vlad, the bad, seethes and schemes
An empire past he must renew
Tough man in waiting, stares at me
At White Nights, 1992

Sabres rattle, pipelines tremble
Wasted opportunity
To build a better motherland
A nobler place in history

The darkened deeps so far from shore
Line cut, dagger to sheath

Stage must be set for mortal battle
Völva prophesy fufilled
At Ragnarök, gory conclusion:
Drowning world to raise, rebuild

Was there a time when I was Jupiter
Ringed like Saturn, with sacred belt?