1. O wanderer lost in ignorance
O you standing atop the rubble of fronts

2. Wait, for in the groans of those you persecuted
Is a terrible voice whose echo will roar

3. Do not feel secure from fate though it slumbers
In its darkening cave with visions prolonged

4. For if today and what preceded it pass
Tomorrow's dawn brings the morn of life

5. O tyrant, do not slight
For truth is a tyrant, far-reaching

6. It slumbers, yet in its eyelids is an awakening
Yearning for the dawn you cannot see