As we traverse the universe...
Eon to eon, door to door,
may we acclaim the timeless verse:
Etch the score! Etch the score!
On Darkness' eve, and no reprieve...
depth in breadth, with hole in soul...
Mock the evil! Win! Believe!
Etch the score! Etch the score!
Paint the quaint! Write the right!
Song the wrong! Hew the You!
Crafting, carving, sculpt in might!
Etch the score! Etch the score!
Power through the coldest hour...
Stand and shout it twenty-a-more!
Leave your print! Spark your flint!
Etch the score! Etch the score!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem