The rush upbears Teutonic reverie – Unleashed, the Brünnhilde sisters spread their wings, The choir of Wagner’s brooding vision sings The battle hymns of might and misery, Of glory, arms and faith divine, Of men dragged to the depths of Death’s ravine, Of runic scrolls and shaman machinations Thrones ethereal that surveil entire nations … All this, and more, I heard inside the rush: At first the resonating strings, Whence suddenly sprung forth the horns, Th'orchestral choir, cymbals, the collage Of sublime harmonies: fantastic beings, Bleak landscapes, furor, beasts, the storms And spirits of the rustic lore – All this … and much, much more.