To him belongs vengeance and recompense, what is that to me?
The foot slides in due time, in the day of calamity.
But still I wonder, of things that are said
Of betrayal and honour, of the quick and the dead.
Of the foundations laid, held by a silver cord
Once words of authority, now seen as absurd.
If the cord is loosened, who will lose their head?
In that day, all will give account, of what was done and said.