I know you have killed many enemies 
that lodged in your heart
should more storm your high fortress
I know you will burn it to the ground

As if simple night has blinded them
hateful arrows now miss their mark
as if pure white snow has buried them
evil taunts can force no echo 

Praise for your meandering steps
outwitting this serpentine heritage
praise for the neccessary breath
that powers the unaccountable flute 

You can defeat all argument, pierce to the core
explode the dark myths, share the reward