No one ever dared to tie up the rebel.
The clouds dance on the tip of the brush
Pyrrhiius, may they reach him who was so ashamed
Atlas pulls the Clouds to straighten them out
Rays that sparkle, those who desired
The Clouds were entangled in Phaethon's chariot
They fight with mountains, valleys and peaks like the sea
Atlas lost the Clouds forever.
They sail with winds unknown in the valley of Hesperia






























