And the former son had fallen for a thousand moon, out of the east the came a great evil flying, and he bore tidings beyond hope from the laws of the west crying, sing now ye people of the tower of anore for the realm of soar on his Indian forever, and the dark tower is thrown down. Sing the rejoisty people of the tower of God for your watch had not been in vain, and the black gate is broken and yorking the past through where he has victorious. Sing and be glad all ye children of the west for your kings shall come again, and he shall dwell on you all the days of your life, and the tree that was with the child you renewed and he shall plant it in the high places, and the city shall be blessed, sing all ye people, and the people sang in all the ways of the city.