In the time of imperial impotence, face forward oh introvert, The time of the pheasants is here, sing thy song, in the face of death, Let the gargoyles of old hear. Look at what you have done oh wonderful parents, your actions have cost us our lives. But life you have given to us, In the belief your actions are ours. Let’s now not play the game, as the play is about to start. Instead grow infinite eyes,