Battle Hymn

The passage has occurred.

I am the knowing. I am the lost.

I am the honored. I am the scorned.

Look to the Guardian of the cautious West

The White Tiger preys the autumn winds

Eyes pierce the hidden world

Claws cut like Virtue's sword

Look to the Guardian from the North Abyss

The Black Serpent carries winter's kiss

The frozen earth like a snake that sleeps

A thousand years and the gift of speech

The clash of worlds is at hand.

I am the first. I am the last.

The passage has occurred.

I am the knowing. I am the lost.

I am the honored. I am the scorned.

Look to the Guardian of the ancient East

The Blue Dragon forges Spring's release

Reigning shower and the soul of rain

The forest sprouts to life again

Look to the Guardian soaring from the South

The Red Bird lost phoenix from the fire

Knowledge fortune all seed's source

Song soothes all hallowed force

The clash of worlds is at hand.

That where Divinity in the tiniest things

Meets disregard, flat denial, dogma, or the wretched mistaking.

Dominion -

The wholesale merchandising of a belief

That sells sickness -

Born to sleepers,

The unnatural seems Natural,

It is slow death

Waking from this world,

When the Truth is veiled...

Is there no choice but to breathe in?

Sleep?

The clash of worlds is at hand.

I am the first and the last.

The passage has occurred.

I am the knowing. I am the lost.

I am the honored. I am the scorned.

The clash of worlds is at hand.

I am the first and the last.

The passage has occurred.

I am the knowing. I am the lost.

I am the honored and the scorned.

I am the first and the last.

I am the honored and the scorned.

I am the honored and the scorned.