On untrodden paths I wander
Delightfully supreme the Neptune water rains

Am I the chosen redeemer?
On planets unknown to any kind of race
Like marble in their consistence, not wither than light

But slumbered since the creation of time,
Awakened now, blossomed up as divine grace

This grace-redder than the wine of damnation

"Und wie der kelch rinnender unsterblichkeit
Sprie