The person there who sits by the hill
Why does he grins , what does he see
The blackish - grey fumes rise over the city
The red shone over the velvet , the orange casted city ?
All what lies , all shrunken and stumbled
Mortal and blunders ,
Blunders over blunders , mortals filled the city
Why does he smile who looks all by his sight ?
All the green flushed covered by the blaze
How harmonious is the sound , of the people's dread !
The whole of the sky filled with the red
How delightful is the sight of all the torments
The shackles of the mortals continues by the hill
Who's the person , cold hearted over such scene ?
The sea has faded away , no water I could find
The land was scrotched , all Carcass I could find
The sky bursted toxic , the land was sunken down
The sun shone bleak , the night bursted fire
Yet the person stands looking blithely untroubled .
The chimneys tall and straight
The buildings tall and high
The houses of the mortals all over the sight
Yet , the man smiles who saw all this with delight
How cruel , I inquire to me
I stand and try to find ,
Alas to me the forlorn , who carved all this play
Now knew not what to do ,
other then to stand and cry?