Spirits of Heaven come unto me,
Darkest of Powers I call to thee,
Oldest knowledge and newest delight,
Come aid me in this glorious plight.

Fires are burning, Water recedes,
But still is the city built upon reeds.
Heavy of heart, I hear through the din,
The single soft sound of crying within.

Broken and homeless, every last soul,
Hunger and thirst make their only goal.
Children are weeping, men die in the street,
Everyone seeks a relief from this heat.

Heavenly Power, please stay your hand,
You’ve done enough for the destruction of man.
Twice in two years the oceans taste blood,
I would rather trust the things you call crud.

Powers of Darkness, we’ve seen you prevail.
Chaos now rules without even a veil.
Go back to your corners, depart from this place,
Never again shall you look at my face.

Knowledge, you hold close the few,
That came to caress your enlightened view.
Knowledge is power, and only it saves,
A single person from those crashing waves.