The unity of all powers Rises above the common fray Needing no justification other than The common good. A wheel of fire, The Will of Man Scorching away all falsehood This singular Truth We are destined for the stars Through the greatest adversity To the heavens, by blood and fortune This final struggle, the titan soul of nations That the universe had forged From the coldest north And upon the banner of eternal imperium This singular commandment was given Carved by Holy Writ The destiny that was made for them Beteen animal and gods. "A more perfect beast" And I saw the beast rise as out of the ocean The destiny of man, to reach the stars Or cease to be. How clear, how clear the vision! How righteous, how glorious, upon the mountains of human ambition, achievement illuminated, by choirs of thundering angels! Crying like earthquakes the tumultuous joy of heavens singular mandate: "rise, rise, rise and go forth and multiply. Go forth and conquer the earth. Ye nimrod, ye blessed, ye martyrs of generations. You holy madmen, blessed with the vision, the sight of the final godhead, the destiny of man. The eternal fire, which burns in heaven forever, turning every which way, ceaseless, night and day, forever turning turning turning, awaiting for its inheritors, waiting for those who ere made to take it, the final mandate: the mantle of holy imperium.