Fearless anarchy gained its smile which it had lost a long damn while And courage lost to madness grip duty became joys great lip Let loosed the wardogs the great ranks of men to tilt the world right again. the blood dimmed tide the pledge-birthed found holy wars for holy ground the privileged right of strength and might once more guards against the night. These the terrors, oer' over the earth Deep the trenches, wide the girth. That rank and file, despoil for a fight Against the tyranny of petty lords War is what we do when we get bored. Be gentle not to take from anothers cup Ye rich men who dare ease to sup We men less ape, more wolves in nature Gregarious, vicious, in our measure. First is killing among the oldest leisured The lion knows too well. Let em slumber, or they'll send you to hell.