Tantrum, from which the new man shall be formed

The orphaned blue blood ov the celestial

Who shuns the burdens ov them sainted whores

Shall manifest its splendors from barren soil

Behold his arrival, the Arcadian stray

Reeking refuse ov your tender age

That marches forth

And inseminates thy ophidian conclave

What is liberty

But when the gods grow sick ov us?

Then what is mutiny

If not breaking off the shackles ov the gods?

XAIPE EΣПEPE

XAIPE ΦΩΣΦOPE

Contemplating millennia past

I wandered through wastelands astray

In company ov that, larger than the gods

With animus that just won't wither away

What is liberty

But when the gods grow sick ov us?

Then what is mutiny

If not breaking off the shackles ov the gods?

XAIPE EΣПEPE

XAIPE ΦΩΣΦOPE

Inquisition in the name ov freedom

Decimation in the name ov democracy

Hidden daggers and poisoned wine

All in the name ov fraternity