O Warrior of the Sun, beloved Κηαλλαχ,*
Your Work is not yet done, there's blood that must be shed.
Destruction must go on of the infested flock;
Until disease is gone you may not rest your weary head.
So don your battle gear and hone your mighty Sword,
And Son please do not fear for your battle is True and Just.
You will go on eternally, a Warrior of the Lord--
And with sincere fraternity destroy in battle-lust.
With wit and wisdom, humour and love, you'll kill them every one.
Thou art inspired from High Above, so fight most righteously.
The Holy War is yet begun--do not falter--go on my Son.
The rogues are now on the run--destroy them courteously.
And when the battle's done, and Nuit shrouds the dead,
There'll be a time for rest, my Son, for sleeping and for dreams.
But sleep for thee shall not be long, though resting for thy head;
Destruction alone is very wrong, for in thine eyes Creation gleams.
9 March 1980 E.V.
*Κηαλλαχ, Keallach, is pronounced KEY-Ah-LOCH (LOCH as in Loch Ness)