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Violent and furious

A new man wills himself alive

Sparks of the clandestine fire

Ignite the creation of our race

Let our destinies become

The hammer and the anvil

As we forge ourselves

In the image of our gods

The armor of cowardice

And irony has been shed

Our banners so high and proud

Flying the whirling sun

Our spirits so pure and true

As hardship sharpens our minds

Our creation is of fire and will

For we are not the sons of Adam

We are a race of ancient spirits

Bound by blood and through our soil

We emulate the cosmic wolf

With gnashing teeth and razor claws

We strive for the true rebellion

Seeking ascension and conquest

We construct our vessels

As temples to pierce the heavens

We test our minds with struggle

To reap and grow from turmoil

With one hand upon the earth

And the other within the cosmos

As a torch within the chasm

We hunt for ancient truths

We harness a blazing sword

We posses consuming rage

We have tasted forbidden knowledge

Chaos, destruction, liberation

We see nature as it is

Vicious and unforgiving

We hold nothing more dear

Than raw, relentless might

Hail the great serpent

Your venom flows through our veins

Hail the luminous one

Your torch shows us the way