"To the East, to the East"
Cry the Ibis and the Locust Beast
"To the East and the Sycamore Feast!"

The call of the Firebird
crackles in mid-air,
The Ash of the Sycamore
blowing in the wind
echoes of tomorrow
As silent slave bells bear
creaks at the gateway
Sing:
"Catch-ink; catch-ink!"

"To the East, to the East"
Cry the Ibis and the Locust Beast
"To the East and the Sycamore Feast!"