The Crown Bearer

On (the) windward side of twilight Following the fire path to eternity As stars rise in endless daybreak... I do claim all before me Shed tears and blood moistened lips Forged in the furnace of conviction Hate-bites of the body; fire swallowed them... My greatest death-fire now winds to the sky The war-harvest yields its eternal gains Through fields of blackened ruins I command the once almighty To fashion my crown-from their teeth Neither sickness nor sword can diminish my strength My cup is vengeful fire, my counselor is war My authority is final, this crown of teeth! ...Following the path to eternity...