Ἔστιν οὖν τραγῳδία μίμησις πράξεως σπουδαίας καὶ τελείας μέγεθος ἐχούσης Ἡδυσμένῳ λόγῳ χωρὶς ἑκάστου τῶν εἰδῶν ἐν τοῖς μορίοις Δρώντων καὶ οὐ δι᾽ ἀπαγγελίας Δι᾽ ἐλέου καὶ φόβου περαίνουσα τὴν τῶν τοιούτων παθημάτων κάθαρσιν ♪ Come to the land of the stabbed hills See the beds of thirsty rivers Those who never meet the sea Not everything that's gold, shimmers ♪ Look how they planted the white tall steel With pointy wings and electric noises Stained by the blood of birds Since the trees have lost their voices ♪ Surpass your weeping song Embalming hands of you demented The fireflies that feed your soul Of all the regions now forgotten