I can sense now, its clear to me!
Oh what fear solution, can be,
Gifts of retribution, all see!

Now I pour in exultation,
Wrath from war spill its agnation,
Hand of ores, upon nation!

I can hear a voice awaking!
Alarm struck and sentence quaking,
Its lament, rejoiced, breathtaking!

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 7th of Ios, in the year 505 MA.