Cosmopolis - Imperial Triumphant

Come, let us build us a tower

Whose top may reach unto the stars!

Atop of which we will write

In splendorous black words:

Great is the world and its Creator!

Great is Man!

And his city!

My Cosmopolis: Your swollen light

Eclipsing virtues, beyond

We give ourselves to the unknown

Now Lubricate the gears

In our blood

And feed the machines

Our tired flesh

Great is the world and its Creator!

Great is Man!

And his hell!

Thy cosmopolis: her grand luster

Austere master!

Behold your servants

Who are you to be drawn out from chaos?