O what great lust this power
Let none anguish over sudden ails
stripped of radiance over and over.
Vile patience what hast thee to bear
over my head. O what trial of err have you exacted dear Apollo
god of the forest for sake of light enlighten our darkened paths
once more, so we be found in the midst of our flaws,
sever this bond of the threshold darkness ravages our dear hearts yet agian.
Thundered are we with hate the sword that quenches the blood of mighty men.
Athirst again O night, enshroud these arms with brewed delight til bronze-tipped
javelins be absolute; and resolute our dear obstructions and summon a revolution
to these halls. Let Fury and Wrath take to your bow, enlighten through the course of an arrow. Let reign dear death over our kingdom to whence the oddities are abundant and hordes of demons reside, expire their lives with the utmost of wrath
til flames whither their insides.