From the cradle of man to The Redeemer's crest Afford unto this assemblage The Mandate of Canaan
Decorate unto these nobiles the charm to rule without impedance Rex non potest peccare (the king is never wrong) Every man to his lord, every lord to his eminence The crown resists the mock, the bastard, feigned eidolon and assume our place above the soiled masses The crown resists, the crown resists, the crown resists From the cradle of man To Abaddon We call for parousia
Our sovereign tongues Our artifice Claim impunity
Renounce, apostate Their prophet, spirit, saint Yield to the regency For what is a Sun but chicanery? We, heads of kingdom, Of clover Know not what we procure
Our worth, our class, our divining Moored in the womb of mortality We shall birth the unborn horizon
Too long without price These terrains Too loose are the binds On these villeins
Death for debt Befouled in the Frith Somer comes To few deserved Demarcate, reclaim Levereter, salvage these agrarian gifts
Levereter, redeem our rule Back from the dirt Back from the serf Back from ruin Back from purgatory Levereter,
Salvage these agrarian gifts Demagogue, ignite the blaze Wellborn, Cremate the kin Their time, finite Descendants purged Our paths alight
Exile, abate, abate
To ending, to beginning To ruin, To adma Steel for stone Our blood Our rite They shall atone
You, the subordinate, the prurient cherub, deserve not this land but what is all and nothing, the encumbered grounds of which you blot. You, unwelcome, undeserved, shall be consumed by the saccharine spores of ending in the great mouth of Lethe, and return whence to the mother root, the eternal seed. Arise again as bramble and weed and thorn. As hemlock and crocus and oleander. You, bascilus, you exist upon the decree of the megacosm, inhale upon our exhale, awake to new dawns upon our benevolence, And will accept martyrdom, You, unworthy, unforgiven, unwelcome, undeserved, you will suffer the amaranthine pain of blight, the felling of every maple, ash, beech, hackberry, chestnut, and pine. The hapless sapping of the heartwood. The Fire of Fires, The glorious excess of pulmonary edema The Flood of Floods, The expiration of life.
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