Videte aquiem milites canentes Armis et signis equo in pugnam vehent. Gloria his qui vincent. First son, learn to wield The weight of thine immortal shield Close on thy head thy helmet bright Balance thy sword against the fight Courage to your holy soul Welcome those invaders guest Lord of earth and heavens heir Don't lay aside your warlike crest And of nature's banquet share Watch their infernal army, strong as fair With silken banners spread the air Now, if thou best that sword divine In this days combat let it shine I want this art... from you Conquer your resolved heart Damnation, Though it lingers slumbers not Vengeance is mine, I will repay, saith the iron lord Total confindence of what I am Makes me the lion and the lamb While "the lord" I am to be Is grown from a seed that is but me The me... To slowly grow, to slowly be A god in greatness... From the seed that's me