Proud gods of mortal lives,

of strife hunger and pain,

Bugs longing to be angels,

blood with no names.

Whims of fate and fury,

drums pumping blood into the eyes,

Blinded by the ego of solitude

open mouths and clenched fists.

Public ravens of your own cradle

bringing disgrace by your own hands.

In your hearts pensive smoke rises 

marketing the era of stillness.

Lions roar crying (honor, work and wisdom)

Wisdom disguised as sly self advantage

work sleeping from meeting in meeting 

honor dried out in tear of shame. 

Bring the message to the Empire 

your heart lies sleeping 

in the bottom of the ocean it lingers,

labeled with proof of something better.

Nature calls with the cries of war 

savages with purpose rise once more, 

Pick up the arms for the red angry blood

against the dark of yesterday

Set sail to your destiny 

Sail to save Harbor.