For greatness and glory’s sake,
For all things rich and noble,
In proud ships tall let us make
Again where only men are able.
Tired we’ve grown of glitter and gold,
The Cimmerian curse of a market place,
Let us dream of Delphic days of old
That even Poseidon’s rage could not erase.
Come, arise, my men, arise
For tomorrow we shall sail
Again under blue Aegean skies
There to find newer walls to assail.
The Sirens’ song had made us weak
For we have slept too long and late.
Now for greater joys let us seek
Knowing we are masters of our fate.
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