Deep within the womb of time,

a creature thus be born

The seed of life is united with

the egg of tyranny

Gestates forth from within the womb of life

for three-quarter and nigh a year

The creature thus be born!

The creature thus be formed!

And every year raineth down the celebratory tears

A celebration of the yearsfrom mere mortal sky

And ye of years 32 bells will chime!

When the heavens open up

and drink from the silver cup

The creature thus be born!

And blow the magic horn!