Drakari pykiros (fire breather)
Tīkummo jemiros (winged leader)
Yn lantyz bartossa (but two heads)
Saelot vāedis (to a third sing)
Hen ñuhā elēnī (from my voice)
Perzyssy vestretis (the fire have spoken)
Se gēlyn irūdaks (and the price has been paid)
Ānogrose (with blood magic)
Perzyro udryssi (with words of flame)
Ezīmptos laehossi (with clear eyes)
Hārossa letagon (to bind the three)
Aōt vāedan (to you I sing)
Hae mērot gierūli (as one we gather)
Se hāros bartossi (and with three heads)
Prūmysa sōvīli (we shall fly as we were destined)
Gevī dāerī (beautifully, freely)


I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself - we are creatures that should not exist by natural law... We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, that accretion of sensory experience and feelings, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody's nobody.

With blood and rage of crimson red,

Ripped from a corpse so freshly dead,

Together with our hellish hate,

We'll burn you all--that is your fate!

Be honest and true, boys! Whatever you do, boys, Let this be your motto through life. Both now and forever, Be this your endeavor, When wrong with the right is at strife. The best and the truest, Alas! are the fewest; But be one of these if you can. In duty ne'er fail; you Will find 'twill avail you, And bring its reward when a man. Don't think life plain sailing; There's danger of failing, Though bright seem the future to be; But honor and labor, And truth to your neighbor, Will bear you safe over life's seas. Then up and be doing, Right only pursuing, And take your fair part in the strife. Be honest and true, boys, Whatever you do, boys, Let this be your motto through life.