21.04.2012, 13:57
Empire
Ours is Her life at will to make or mar.
Be greed our goddess, with her tinsel show,
And self our wanton, straight we sink below
The nether realm where din and darkness jar:
But if we serve the Race and gaze afar
To yonder heights lit with the future's glow
And point Her thither, straight Her face will grow
Shining and brave as is the Morning Star.
Well for us, certes, if we crown Her queen
And lady of our lives, and serve Her true
With passionate faith and love and loyal trust;
But if we turn Her life to tasks obscene
Straight shall She grow as loathly to the view
As harlot serving any lecher's lust.
Ours is Her life at will to make or mar.
Be greed our goddess, with her tinsel show,
And self our wanton, straight we sink below
The nether realm where din and darkness jar:
But if we serve the Race and gaze afar
To yonder heights lit with the future's glow
And point Her thither, straight Her face will grow
Shining and brave as is the Morning Star.
Well for us, certes, if we crown Her queen
And lady of our lives, and serve Her true
With passionate faith and love and loyal trust;
But if we turn Her life to tasks obscene
Straight shall She grow as loathly to the view
As harlot serving any lecher's lust.