[False Sotha-Sil: warm stentorian male tenor lead]: Only then did I see it, Cold truth I -- dared not know, When rock bore down from on high on, To threaten brother-love city, With would be, imminent, anihilation, Save for love, Love what Vehk made, What set on, and for benefit of you, Your dun-fool throng of mortals, Ever in search for nobler hand, To hold in kind, or as guiding sign to strike you. You see children! What from Story born down follows? Order is a kindness, love a means to furnish captives. Order is love, ensured that it may better last then. Such, Captive 'I' Love!... Love Vehk! Love mortals, misguided as are! Still my clockworks are finer, Will endure any flaw, polish over as needed, such serves, Establish universal love law! Such, Captive 'I' Love! But it's really not for me, But for whose benefit on sets it, The object abscond, Who needs firm hand on guided, To allow them, to find the place they belong... Here holding memory, Crystalized into form, Muatra once taken, What keeps my sweet Poet Fool, safe, still, in arms. Order is a kindness, What chaos resists, Too cold and too hollow, To admit it's what's best, So Captive 'I' Love! Lest calamity on fall you! All of whom, any! Defects from the way! That you know well, is ought to! Lucky for you all, I still guide the way!
