"Give thanks to me", says the beast....
"for i am jealousy ."..but the people of the health 
--and the murmur, of the earth, and sky....
are singing...Ancestors, you, and i...
will keep our..ancient allegiance...since the world...
Sharpen a swords...the pipes will skirl ..
Comin down the hill in a mad charge ..Aye..
no quarter asked, nor given."