Those who see not that sword, that's like unto a thousand suns The diffident in arms and unaligned Who drinking from the poisoned cup of the world illusion Will ever fall a prey to the conqueror
As an aerolith that shatters the sky The superior nature shall discern all, above all
The realm of that victory unvanquished Is that of the shatterers of illusion While those of the diurnal sleep Shall ever fall a prey to the conqueror
Conqueror! Conqueror! Conqueror! Conqueror!
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