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In the stillness of time O Aryan Man -- In that quiet hour Of clarity and reflection Distant voices you will hear And know Eternal voices That beckon with the knowledge Of ancient ages Listen and witness That man is a synthesis A biological matrix Of animated space-time A living moment Of all history That ever was And ever will be. All precious life Is but a fleeting instant Real and unreal The same; Do not discard The importance Of your hour in Midgard Rise to the task Of your noble blood; To this our gods will ever guide you. Define yourself Or be defined -- Let no man Enemy or tyrant Alter your destiny That essence of being Which is yours alone Choose your words wisely Manifest your spirit And live what you speak -- For life itself has speech And is never silent...