Awaken into sin The gods of old would consume With the fires of the south And the winds of the north Shake your first and stare onward None will cultivate that which is Show me doom and greet death with malice End has no meaning, deathless is my way Frow immune to weakness That, to give is no longer my place That, to take, have it all Don't decline my deeds I lose only at my own hand Attempts of aptness fall from their place For virtue and ambition are one but not the same