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 Athens!
If it was murder the first to be outlawed,
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.