“…Fire in the belly, fiery coals of wrath and fury,
Let not you be fooled, my intentions are made to be known,
In the thin edge of the wedge, shining shields of blinding persuasion,
By the trenchant of the sword… Beheaded are the vices of virtues,
I tread the path of least resistance, aiming for the fruit of victory,
Crafty fox in the night evolving, solitary wolf… Hear my war cry howling!
In the valley of death… Heroes and cowards for ghosts…
Snake in the pit, stars shine in the daylight of my coming glory!…”