Good men, women, commonfolk

The time is near

We must take up arms, defend our land

Before there is naught but death

A winged beast, wise, old and powerful

Her wings beat like a thousand sweating drums

Her teeth tear, the swords of a thousand armies

The heat of a thousand suns let loose from the depths her belly

Yet we are man, and it is man who hunts the beast

We find ourselves the prey, always in hiding

There are many of us, and one of her

Yet, here we are.

I ask for your courage, your strength, your will

Together, as one, we will defeat this threat

I have hope, yet we must act now

Or lose all we love, we lust, we lose.