The spirit of ’39 has left us all behind We turn our backs to the rising tide As we force the hand of oblivion Lost my sense of word to a place where symbols stir Finding solace in the unheard As we bow to the God oblivion Myself to myself In the yew branch above Where, below, nothing I knew Consciousness faded Whispers reached up And the slumbering self, I slew Sense the I, polarized Resist the pull of the isa side At war above the great divide Force the friction to crystallize And I cannot stop the world war ii Of here And I shape my fate A lesson in despair When harnessing flames One burns either way The winter sun spills its final rays On a world choked by malaise And we synthesize the remains As we anchor our will in oblivion World serpent gnaws Its tail in its jaws Marching forth towards an end That can’t be stopped Sense the I, polarized Resist the pull of the isa side At war above the great divide Force the friction to crystallize And I cannot stop the World War II Of here And I shape my fate A lesson in despair Force the path of flames Wield the fire of kenaz!