Munch-Petersen, Gustaf Uddrag fra good-bye

young man,
I must leave you -
my gathering race
shall never be strong
at peace with yours -
- the world was conquered by the pale-blooded -,
for centuries my race has been slaving -
but the slaves begot kings,
and the kings did slave, and their children,
for centuries -
the pale people forgot the law of their own gods -
they have lost the secret,
that gave the world to their sway -
the people of the pale has lost their hands -