You must claim lives, so many lives
To exert upon this earth an earnest will to live
Becoming an instrument of death is not a choice, but fate
Under laws made eternal!

Our life is your death
And our death is your life
In this shrinking world
At whose throat
Even Eden draws her blade…
In this zero-sum game

We’ve tamed the absurd
And brought all discord to a halt!
Those are the marvels of hierarchy
Upon which a Polis is built:
Tribe and class, caste and creed…

We will be the Sparta of your Athеns!
If it was murder the first to be outlawеd
That’s because it’s our life’s blood
Whether by word or whether by blade
It is death that permeates our every quest!

Our death is your life
And our life is your death
In this shrinking world
At whose throat
Even Eden draws her blade…
In this zero-sum game
There won’t be rest nor peace of mind
So long as anything that breathes evades our grasp
Become death to become life…
Swear the oath and be reborn!

Yet in the swing of the pendulum
Through the course of age
No one retains mastery over death
And still, under gods or tyrants, or philosopher kings…
Our life is our death and
All is well under the sun!