Sol 5.6

  1. O master of the messengers, my dreams keep me awake;

    the muffled rumblings of sorrow and sleeplessness course through me.

  2. And hatred’s fury comes advancing through evangelism,

    invading the cells to burn the leaders of the hive.

  3. And we are drowning in the mire of our division,

    abased from forelock to heel.

  4. When will the day of victory visit us anew?

    For we have tired of seeking cures in deceptions.

Sol 5.6