I welcome you with open arms, In this birthday of yours. You shine on a corrupt world, But I do not falter. You are the reminder Of Ahriman's final spite, That day will kill the night And darkness will whimper and bleed. Rise, and set I suppose, You have a follower in my heart, In the promises I made To my own. Shine, May your glory burn the shadows, Kill the conservative, Heal this world, Just as my toes heal. I bow to the divine decree.