The nether hells that fill with fear Shall ever be allowed to reign. Forever would I tarry here In circumstance that brings me pain.
For in the forging flame of hate, Is purified the steel of man, To hammer out a course for fate And callouses the heart and hand.
Awaken now to chance's curse Behold and rage against the lot That life has deemed you to be worth And then we die to ripe and rot, Our steel conquering Earth