Let’s go, then, and battle the Beast.
Know the dens of thieves and activity,
lose sight of things good and right to follow
and be among those who go to darkness.
Those who turn away the capable for fear
of power, and radiate red in sunlight.
Smiling women in dark places, who shine,
disappear, and reappear with different eyes.
We'll go into hardship without relief,
and judge the very bad as good,
fear the washing of power on uncertain feet.
Floating and sinking, floating and sinking.
We'll go to a faraway land where
the people are immersed, and empty-
and know the Beast,
and do him battle.