Translated by A. Z. Foreman - The Old Gods are Dead lyrics

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Translated by A. Z. Foreman - The Old Gods are Dead lyrics

Go break the news to the Emperor: The high court is fallen, its plumage melted. There's no dwelling left for Apollo, No prophecy left in his darling Laurel No heathenly prattle of fountains For even the chattering water has been dumbed dry.