ARUNASIL'S DREAM

The Gods call:
Indar, Mitrasil, Nasattyana ...
Arunasil demands.
To the East or West,
deep into de South.
Where the Sun is born,
searching for his golden source.
To the hidden West and beyond,
the holy resting place, behind the horizon,
further than the unbound lake.
To conquer the soft, fertile lands,
grab the riches of the decadent,
and learn all they know.
We will become...
Kassites, hittites, celts, hindus.
Indeed, to conquer and be conquered.
To mix and be great.
Fire and sword; wheel and horse.
And with the hard steel,
new civilizations will arise.