Deafly are the crows to the cries of an eland
Heaven hath no place for the braggarts of our land
All are created equal and society is the stand
Where those of sundry creed walk the humbled sand

Imagine a fable where you are the hound
And demons every right and left devour the ground
To save the world you must uncover the mound
Where buried is a treasure that will surely astound

When such a discovery then is said to be found
Will hope and peace across the continents redound
For it is within us the power to resound
Across the known galaxies the call of the sound