(Out of all this beauty, something must come.) Bid you speed When what you need Is dream and deed When longing and greed entwine You'll drink of life as lesser men drink wine At the triclinium feasts where red clad priests Crowned with white rose wreaths lie Cut what will die from what will rise Rise by rights like these Tyriat sig Tyrias Tyriat sig Tyrias When the spring of the soul Will claim its own And spirits curl up in the ash wood When the Earth is scorched We'll carry the torch To where once your fathеrs stood Bid me speed When what I need Is dream and deed Whеn longing and greed are mine I'll drink of life as lesser men drink wine Tyriat sig Tyrias Tyriat sig Tyrias Make strong old dreams Lest our world lose heart Make strong old dreams Lest this, our world, lose heart