Echo's of Yul; 7,000 trenches and more
Have your winded bounds broken
Demolish in all, foil through wind
Echo's of Yul barely spoken

When struck from sky; great atmosphere gates
Product elements; no more bounds
Perish your heights from foot to wing,
And capture deserved golden crowns

While mirrors reflect grounds of soil
Soaring you will above all,
Breaking seized rules; Newton is fooled
"Echos of Yul"! he will squall