Videte aquiem milites canentes

armis et signis equo in pugnam vehent.

Gloria his qui vincent.



First son, learn to wield

The weight of thine immortal shield

Close on thy head thy helmet bright

Balance thy sword against the fight

Courage to your holy soul



Welcome those invaders guest

Lord of earth and heavens heir

Don't lay aside your warlike crest

And of nature's banquet share



Watch their infernal army, strong as fair

With silken banners spread the air

Now, if thou best that sword divine

In this days combat let it shine

I want this art... from you

Conquer your resolved heart



Damnation,

Though it lingers slumbers not

Vengeance is mine,

I will repay, saith the iron lord



Total confindence of what I am

Makes me the lion and the lamb

While "the lord" I am to be

Is grown from a seed that is but me

The me...........

To slowly grow, to slowly be

A god in greatness..........

From the seed that's me