Worker of divine will and mandate of heaven Kshatriya thou master of the chaos that thou art Enduring the spear without agony As the knightly horse who
As a beast who steals itself away at night From the fields of other fatted kine Who relishes the ripe fruit of his own distinction Without the slavering
Lay waste the earth on winged steed Exterminate in their thousands those thieves All those who dared to dress as kings And wear the raiment of mastery
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
Now father has set in flesh Great bequeather and sufficient cause What before was not, king of all effects Ruler of all creation Strife - all gods and
No lie is more endemic to this era Nor more diseased Than the lie of progression No lie is more self-aggrandising Entrenched, hostile to truth Than
To feed the ages which sup on rise and fall To make a blood offering to decay itself Did cast off Mars? attendant, sanctioned white robes Besieged by
In the mythoi of all worlds, in all eras In the ancient rhymes of verse, ageless and hallowed Are the pure whispers singing of the end The heart of
