[Tervuren]

Through hints of whispered fear I Medea draw near.

Dark hands from above descend
All light is to be banned,
As she welcomes her old friend
Your life comes to an end.

Hide in the crowds murmuring but see.
My revenge is a treasured friend and you will not escape me!

Behold! The calamity
Glauce, do you not fear your mistress
When I come dauntless to thee.

Behold! I have conquered the sunlight,
The gold of the twilight.
Your death was long foretold.

Now how remorseless shall my hate cover Creon's daughter,
Daughter of Corinth.

Through hints of whispered fear I Medea draw near.

By and by your fate's unveiled!

Welcome through your veil your deathbed
Like your parched skin all shall perish now!