Come forth DREAMER, MIGHT of elder father, so that you may rise again;
Dream as you would when in longing,
It is from an Old Age your gifts sprang.
It was the churning hot elements from the stars that bore you.
Come forth DREAMER, MIGHT of elder father, so that you may rise again;
Dream as you would when in longing,
It is from an Old Age your gifts sprang.
It was the churning hot elements from the stars that bore you.
The Minervan Republic 