Uncultivated with dying intellect, the people will forever be our weapon.
We are the small group who sees, listens but remains forever silent,
As guardians of our own secrets or revealing shadows,
We maintain the subtle ignorance, defending our own interests.
To deserving uninitiated, the few chosen laymen,
Yet we’re completely unveiling, highlighting the unusual.
But no endangerment involves this zealous act-like,
For those who taste the food of the dead remains forever prisoners of Hades’s kingdom.
The increasing futility of the world we use constantly,
Because it is an infinite well of water-poison by which we bathe unholy crowds.
Outrageous modernity or absurd traditionalism, our guns reach the target at each stroke,
And gnosis, knowledge, mysteries and elites therefore carries the name of Eternal.
Great kings, politicians, defenders of heaven are finally nothing but our stupid puppets.
Excited proletarians and aggressive liberals live and die like a submitted crawling vermin.
And when Mizaru, Kikazaru will attend to their childish war,
We will be still there, lurking in the shadow, already working for the return of caste and the common law.
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