Come fight a little in the cradle of this burning log,
Come fight a little to right what’s wrong.
Don’t supress the voice that vanquishes the swines,
Oh come hither with your wrath, run fear down their spines.
Tear down the protection of that seed coat,
Within the storms let the fleet float.
For you are the master of the universe beats,
You are the fire that the dragon breathes.
Let them see the flare of that supressed flame,
Let them know who is running the end game.
Fight to last breath come what may,
Let them know to whom the legends pray.