Still Beating

Heart Beating Beating Still beating Heart Throbbing throbbing Still throbbing Mere keli Demi seli Xecli kon Honte son Benti koris Seten moris Retes koner Frati bonner Sprigus iont Digtus sont See, The Giant lifts in his hand The Heart of Red Still throbbing Still running Still beating And In hands the Giant lifts The Sword of Nobility Towards the heavens He lifts it The Sword of Nobility For In his hand The Giant holds Throbbing Beating Running The Heart of Red. Mere keli Demi seli Xecli kon Honte son Benti koris Seten moris Retes koner Frati bonner Sprigus iont Digtus sont Overcast the heavens Were Hidden the night-dews Trembling And the Orchestra of Noble Violins It had ceased playing. Civilization that we knew Now Dissolves In Front A Thousand Suns Burning Melting The Wave after wave Level on level Of the Old Civilization. For In the Heart of Red Lay the nobility of the New Civilization And The Giant held That heart of red In his hands By his body Protected it Against the vampires Sent again him By the Old Civilization Civilization to Civilization A Civilization not Bent on the God of Knowledge Only Not on the God of Power Not on the God of Glory But on the God of Nobility And I saw that The New Civilization had All that the Old Civilization Had And more In its Nobility. And The legions from the Earth Raised their standards Threw their old crowns Knelt before The Shrine and Light of The New Civilization And the overcast heavens Now smiled And the night-dews as Manna were as abundant Trembling And the Orchestra of Noble Violins It now begun playing. Smiled the Giant of the New Civilization Mere keli Demi seli Xecli kon Honte son Benti koris Seten moris Retes koner Frati bonner Sprigus iont Digtus sont And the Violins in wonder began Playing. No, No, The Waters Are Gathering In One Great Magic Waterfall And Magic Spells Fly Round And Round. See, The Giant lifts in his hand The Heart of Red Still throbbing Still running Still beating And In hands the Giant lifts The Sword of Nobility Towards the heavens He lifts it The Sword of Nobility For In his hand The Giant holds Throbbing Beating Running The Heart of Red. Mere keli Demi seli Xecli kon Honte son Benti koris Seten moris Retes koner Frati bonner Sprigus iont Digtus sont And the overcast heavens Now smiled And the night-dews as Manna were as abundant Trembling And the Orchestra of Noble Violins It now begun playing. Smiled the Giant of the New Civilization And the Violins in wander began Playing More than ever Hands moved Playing.