1. A brother and kin who has turned evil, if you sever ties with him
Then the destruction of bonds is for you a demolisher

2. You have stood at a fork, one path is blood
The other, through which we restrain the mighty

3. You are naught but between these two, lost
Both are an ocean, and he who erred will regret

4. So loss in this, and humiliation
And evil, festering among you, growing rife

5. And each dear friend or brother by blood
Will blame you today until the end of time

6. So wait, for evil is seemly late
And rush, for the noble can tame their rage