Children of the Earth, feel my breath.

Come. There is warmth where there is earth.

Gather. There is warmth where there is mirth.

Live. There is life when there is a hearth.

Do not be discouraged; heed my whisper.

Follow your trail and obey your elder.

They have seen the sun rise and set here and yonder,

They know the days after the wrath are always better.

Fickle mortals, listen well for this is my end:

Fates are supreme, to no god do they bend.

My kin, this message to you I send:

It is time; Olympus, my home, I shall upend.