From the east dawns the day
By a gentle gloomy flash.

From the coop of clocks
Begins the crow
Thus signals the time of wake.

The humble kings exalt their pride
Sojourning from the east to west
The crowns of yellow dazzled by Ambitions' race towards the end.

The royal journey ends at twilight
Whereas the lanterns take their flight
The prideful kings have lost their sight;
Humbled by their weighty crown
They bow before the western land.

The western kings await the dawn
Until the golden beams of light
Awake the crowns of prideful hype
Until they bow before the east.