The unfettered clouds and region of the heavens,
Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light—
Were all like workings of one mind, the features
Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree,
Mine

Lost within nature and a miserable feeling of cold
Directing the rivers and hewing the oaks for my home
Burning the cedars until they're as black as my soul
War upon all of this earth that I can't call my own

The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky,
The rocks that muttered close upon our ears,
Black drizzling crags that spake by the wayside
As if a voice were in them, the sick sight
Mine

Lost within nature and a miserable feeling of cold
Directing the rivers and splicing the oaks for my home
Burning the cedars until they're as black as my soul
War upon all of this earth I can't call my own

Life spent writhing in manufactured duress
At last the world becomes the will of man

Like the swirling monsters underneath
These limitless Transcendental visions
Will liberate me like blood into the sea

At last the world becomes the will of man
All of it man, will of man
At last the world becomes the will of man
Will of man, will of man