Darkness roils on inbound tide,

Hide and seek, now run and hide,

Clouds that boil up from abysses,

Anguished cries and sibilant hisses,

Now is the time, now is the hour,

They come for you, expressions dour,

Will you stand beside the rest?

Will you bear your nation’s crest?

Or will you flee to bend the knee?

Stumbling far on battered feet,

Towards a future not yours to see