"When one is two then four shall go
Where no man has gone before
The goddess of the soothing dove
First find her and of red diamonds implore
The sun the great good warmth of heaven
Clouds that made all our happy days
Her mane now locked up in a cage
Forget the sacrifice she had made.
Her feathers' plum like fire bright
Though from embers she won't rise
Apollo's love now cursed is she
The future in her eyes.
Submerged within the waters black
To run, to gallop no more
Perhaps it was she called to him,
He looked, she swam once more.
The Argives killed him out of fear
Now in the school he hides
The country where he hides himself
Is of Alcestis' pride.
This is when the one
Shall betray the other three
For Aphrodite's triangle
In the end she chose not three.
The alter of Epione
Where lights have touched the sky
And while the moon is dying
The forth of three shall die.
When the wasting moon does die
And drowns the sky in blood
Present to it the daughters three
Then sacrifice the son."