[Even though we are born masters, we are raised to be slaves. To break free from this mode is not only an option for us, it is our sole duty as the godly seeds sown by times past.]
From the womb of the suns, come forth
from the blood of the past, now rise
the runes carved in our bones
through you shall come alive
My mouth pours out your word
and your scars mark my flesh
may my hands do your Work
and my feet take your steps
In your grasp you hold the key
to transcend what I currently am
in your image create me anew
blur the line between god and man
When we are born masters
why should we submit like dogs!
Courage
take over my heart
strenght
inhabit my being
persistence
my thoughts are yours to lead
oh, bringers of salvation
eclipse the human in me
May my hands do your Work
and my feet take your steps
Be my aegis without bounds
and the arrow in my bow
an extension of my will
the moonlight on my road
Hear my call
my thoughts are yours to lead
Oh, bringers of salvation
eclipse the human in me
