Thy creed, thy blood, tooth, and nail, by heart and soul in blackened night, we again shall never fail.
Steadfast thy blade, thy paws, burned with sweat and tears --
To what doth night know to be, a passion past eternal zeal?
With whom this silent pledge doth vow, a heart so cold it bids to kill?
Nay, to be with shadow's Vail by side with lust --
Thro' off thy chains; live past yourself!
No more shall we hold true rebellion as sin!
By Good Book and night, we again, shall finally reign....
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