Prometheus! O, thief of light!
Who first to us your bounty gave
Of greatness, art and will to fight
They are digging for your line a grave

Europa! Princess of the good and true!
You would have known just what to do
When dark men your creations rend
And known your enemy from your friend

Oh, cities where we used to find
Such splendor gilding our abodes!
Forgive us what we leave behind
As now we walk these broken roads

Europa! Princess of prosperity!
We remember, we, your own posterity
Though firmly held in strangers' hands
Your white and radiant Western lands