Гимн
Part Seven
Wehavetornourselvesfromthetruthwhichisourbrothermen,andthereisnoroadbackforus,andnoredemption.
Weknowthesethings,butwedonotcare.Wecarefornothingonearth.Wearetired.
Onlytheglassboxinourarmsislikealivingheartthatgivesusstrength.Wehaveliedtoourselves.Wehavenotbuiltthisboxforthegoodofourbrothers.Webuiltitforitsownsake.Itisaboveallourbrotherstous,anditstruthabovetheirtruth.Whywonderaboutthis?Wehavenotmanydaystolive.Wearewalkingtothefangsawaitingussomewhereamongthegreat,silenttrees.Thereisnotathingbehindustoregret.
Thenablowofpainstruckus,ourfirstandouronly.WethoughtoftheGoldenOne.WethoughtoftheGoldenOnewhomweshallneverseeagain.Thenthepainpassed.Itisbest.WeareoneoftheDamned.ItisbestiftheGoldenOneforgetournameandthebodywhichborethatname.
