The Gold Calf still stands above all
They offer incense
To its power fence.
From one end of the world to the other!
To honor the vile idol,
Kings and commoners alike then
To the grim clinking of gold,
Dance a frenzied round every stance
Around its pedestal all.
And Satan leads the flame dance!
And Satan leads the flame dance!
The Golden Calf triumphs over the other Gods
In its unthinkable glory—
A bumptious mockery—
The abject monster insults the holy heavens!
It gazes—oh, strange race!—
At the human race at its feet,
Rushing, sword in hand highly
Into the blood and the mire bins
Where the burning metal gleams!...
And Satan leads the flame dance!
And Satan leads the flame dance!