The sound of her is innocent
Truly, truth triumph today, tomorrow
She is like a pear picked up in season
Rescuing robe is in her steadfast hands
Their twisted whim is crossing the borders

I will stand, stop and stump if needed
Proclaiming, never despairing
Existence of fear forgetting forever
Marching forward, toward
In grip of mine, sharp sword there is

A wild bee, let us be
Spreading the nectar of truth
Because a jar of honey awaits us
The taste of it is life eternal
Evil is destined to perish

Amen.