---

driven by a cosmic source

deep within the grey coagulations

of my memory

an origin forgotten

but not erased

the glory of the past

always calling to me

gripping at my pale

bastard flesh

the golden age

of our ancestors

true embodiments

of the gods

never to rest

or cease to fight

until balance

is restored

until our culture

is reclaimed

from the worms

of judeo-christ

who destroyed our world

and destroyed our minds