Transfiguration - Inter Arma

As a culture, we tread crooked in the brume of unrest

As a culture, we careen down a narrow path, overgrown with blight

As a culture, we trample over the disharmony of nature’s decline

As a culture, we are rank with the miasma of oppression

We must shed the darkness of the spirit

And bare our souls to the solitude of reality

We must burn all weakness in the spirit

And spare our souls the misery of downfall

We must transform the core of the spirit

And guide our souls to the light of wisdom

Transfigure!

At earth’s behest

Transfigure!

The earth commands

Man has transfigured the earth, now we must transfigure ourselves!