Blessed Paean – alas! You find these days

Shadowed by greed and loathsome treachery

Yet hark! There is music still in our hearts

For the lyre of Apollo now lights our path

Leader of Muses, weave thy tunes

Now sweet the Doris melodies

Enrapture our souls and minds

Dragon slayer, delphic archer

The eyes that sees all from above

O living light, music personified

Olympian God wielding cosmic force

Day-bringer, golden-haired

Thy grace divine knows no end

Pluck a string – unleash the spring

Sing thy songs and revive our world

From winter's fire a spark doth bring

The quickening of ancient pride within

In the fell clutch of materialistic creeds

Mortal thoughts beguiled and ecstasies false

Have come to pass and take control

But light still dwells behind mountains cold

Apollo, thy glory is yet remembered

When thy lyre shall be restrung

And thy songs of life resung

Then Elysian Fields shall be our home again

O living light, music personified

Olympian God wielding cosmic force

Day-bringer, golden-haired

Thy grace divine knows no end

Day-bringer, golden-haired

Thy grace divine knows no end

Pluck a string – unleash the spring

Sing thy songs and revive our world

From winter's fire a spark doth bring

The quickening of ancient pride within