Awaken into sin The gods of old would consume with the fires of the south and the winds of the north Shake your fist and stare onward None will cultivate that which is Show me doom and greet d**h with malice End has no meaning, d**hless is my way Grow immune to weakness That to give is no longer my place That, to take Have it all Don't decline my deeds I lose only at my own hand Attempts to aptness fall from their place For virtue and ambition are one but not the same