dawnless so it seems this sacred night havenless beneath black sails with no land in sight fathomless the depths that lay before us now lawless before the courts of men we must not bow and so it was when we were young we left the path followed the sun as it sunk into the netherworld to shine in darkness thus rose aflame a sacred star a god s reply and who were we to deny such a splendid design and the answer to our cries thus it rose to wage war and its rays they reached far to the nights spent hunting when the dawn was our sign to tell it was time to sleep again and to our fellow hunters in whose hearts gleamed the spark that later became our destiny and tomb for some if we had only known them if we had only known we were not meant to know then good we did not know good we did not bow we made it rise from the ash we made it rise from the tears in likeness to he who brought fire the fallen s sacred flame1