Fire

Before the thick dusk from the surface of the dark water rises
we have lit brightly the earth by a certain fire
said to have been stolen by a man named Prometheus.
Prometheus, it was said of him, as punishment, was fed to vultures when he was alive.
On our degenerating liver we now let the vultures feed, to keep the fire alive.

The darkness of the world is dispelled with light from a stolen fire,
To keep the fire burning, light has been banished from our souls,
While the world shines bright, the glow in our souls grows dimmer and dimmer.