We are aware.
Though the battle has not yet taken the field,
We quietly prepare.
The growing fantasies that you celebrate,
Attract the lions to the gate.
Savor the victory while you can.
Greater deeds have been done by lesser men.
The mass of fools that fall for the trick,
Are inevitably crushed by the boots they lick.
You bought their will for the price of a lie.
We are aware,
and we never die.
Evil never settles,
It can never be satisfied.
As sure as you will ignore our angry cries,
You will exceed your bounds,
And the sea of fools will then rise,
And join in fury with the angry tide.
No turning back,
It will be too late.
No feigned love will overcome the hate,
And you will meet your inexorable fate.
For the will of good men is immortal and bold.
It can never be defeated,
And it can never be sold.