do we reject - do we embrace - do we detest    the deceitful nature of battleless victories?    in this blank age of protest    of form enfolding strength    are we guards, henchmen, defenders?       defeat, defeat, defeat       a time for precision and beauty    a time for seperateness    from blackness to nothingness    from a waste of words to nothing less than?       defeat, defeat, defeat       the ethos of action    the ethos of pain    juxtaposed displeasures    the ethos of action    the ethos of pain    this futile life    and its treasures       nous ne sommes plus capables de sacrifices