Where the wolves sing their song
Our lives weigh nothing here
My will is to wander the path
Of those who have gone to the stars

Approaching nothingness
Upwards on the ladder of life
When the wine of bacchus flows
My heart pounds in ecstasy

Yet perfection still

No light shine in our minds
No reason guide our hearts
But the fire that roars in our chest
And the burning blood in our veins

The hidden key of all life
The art of battle and constant strife
The wail of dying enemies
And the stench of a thousand deaths
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"O powerful victory, by men desir'd
With adverse breasts to dready fury fir'd
Thee I invoke, whose might alone can quell
Contending rage, and molestation fell:
'Tis thine in battle to confer the crown
The victor's prize, the mark of sweet renown
For thou rul'ist all thing

In an ancient war
The sons of wisdom
Incarnated into the living shells
Your fire burns within me
A ray of divinity
Mighty giants, speak to me
Let me revel in your mysteries

Here within this inferno
I year to be released
No more an animal, unable to truly see