Recite the unspoken    A manifest of the Great Self    A solid faith in what you can accomplish    A supreme vision of capability    An arcane text    Describing an outrageous test    Too bold the modern ones would say    You can always pray    A vile ritual bleeding    Like a spear of hate    Almost like the predator's feeding    Consolidating every man's fate    Oh venerable ancestors    Please grant me with my pagan fest    I'm equal to my human contester    May it be a fight for all the best    Would the few of us ever accept    A moral that is slightly trite? A sun that never sets is still being bright    Small pieces of heathen soil can make any man's blood boil    A violation of anything supreme has come into regularity in any scene    Never condone the residue of human scald    Boiling in water that is still cold    A modern day heresy it would be in fact    Just let me have my vile ritual intact