...The writs are as blessed as thee, must in their turn, to fiends never fall.
While thou shalt flourish great and free, the dread and envy of transient call.
"Rule, Utukagaba, rule the knaves, serpents will never be slaves."
Still more majestic shalt thou rise - Never dreadful from each debilitated stroke;
As the loud blast that tears through the skies serves, but to root thy inborn Oak.
"Rule, Utukagaba, rule the waves, Immortals will never be slaves."