I come adorned with laurels,
To bless thee for thy morals,
And summon thee to dance.

Wearing my magic crown,
They have smile shifted from frown,
Enamoured of romance.

Their mind befits the crown's majesty,
For defying devils calumny,
Hath world in evil trance.

I with haste attempt to suppress,
The trances sad caress,
Which strike righteous mind like lance.

Another haunted there most certainly exists,
Unite in fight against devilish trysts,
Our statures in warrior stance.

And so I bear aloft my flame,
To another who shines the same,
To do so my freedom grants.

If, mirroring, that light,
My soul should take flight,
For freedom we wax, rave and rant.