Hail to the sunrise.
I offer up this man,
When the battle has been won,
So that you may wake up to
A better world;
My new self.
Esch thought and choice
That is made today
Will be yours.
I, this setting sun, am your gift,
This sword left
Sharpened just before I died
That you may kill again.
Oh, warrior of the morning light,
May you pass through doors
I will never see and find peace
I have never known.
I dedicate this gift of me to you.
Hail to the sunrise.