Anamcara

Then will the Earth tremble And all voices of the Gods will be forced into silence The fruits of the earth will rot The soil will turn barren And the very air will sicken with sullen stagnation All good will disappear But when all this has befallen Then, the nameless, the creator of all things Will look on that which has come to pass And will stop the disorder by the counter-force of its will It will cleanse the world of evil Washing it away with floods Burning it out with the fiercest fire And expelling it with war and pestilence And thus it will bring back this Earth to its former [?] So that the cosmos will once again be deemed worthy of worship and wondering reverence A holy and awe-inspiring restoration of all nature And it is wrought inside the process of time