with reason and with nature too

our task is to destroy the trade of kings

looking past mountains to the open plain

we reach the place we seek on outspread wings

of little value are the golden things

piled high upon the smiling traitor's wain

our task is to destroy the trade of kings

the freshest water from the coolest springs

must serve to cool each brow and cleanse the stain

we reach the place we seek on outspread wings

no one expects to bear each of the swings

from past to future but we can't abstain

our task is to destroy the trade of kings

and so we must withstand the constant stings

of noisy insects and ignore the pain

we reach the place we seek on outspread wings

you can't ignore the loudest bell that rings

fervent with joy at the returning rain

our task is to destroy the trade of kings

we reach the place we seek on outspread wings