The Rallying Cry
The Call to Arms
The Call to War
The hour is late
and the enemy is at the gate
that destruction and death is imminent
That you must wake up or perish
That humanity stands at the crossroads and teeters on the tip of a knife blade
That there is no longer any more time - for the individual or for the collective
That a radical revolution in consciousness must occur
That you must turn back. Repent!
Time is short, it's getting late
That a new man must be born from the mud
That a new world must be born from the ashes of the old
Arise ye sleepers!
Arise and wake!
The battle horn is sounding
Shake the dust from your wings and the sleep/scales from your eyes