Let us not silently slip into the dark
But break as does the dawn into day
And waves over stone
Thundering with the roars of a thousand Boudicaas
Shrieking with the passion of a thousand Joans
Keening with the righteous power of a thousand Jezebels
Let us rend this day asunder
With hands which bear blades and cudgels
Breasts bared and bodices torn
Our hair wild as the lion’s mane
Or the the main of the witch of the woods
All the old stories warned them of–
Let us break down their doors
And let us set fire to their roofs
Let us crack open the pavement
And rain our fury on their bones.
No more shall we go silently
Into the oppressive darkness of night
But light up the sky
With the blaze of our glorious rage.


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