Chorus: Yea, newly given from snowy Parnassus, the message
Hath flashed forth to make all search for the unknown man. Into
The wild wood’s covert, among caves and rocks, he is
Roaming, fierce as a bull, wretched and forlorn on his joyless
Path, still seeking to put from him the doom spoken at
Earth’s central shrine; but that doom ever lives, ever
Flits around him.
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