Testo di Anthem

Listen... Listen to the Word... It sings along the strands of the Tantric Web... It sings from infinity to infinity... It sings of a Warrior's Crusade To save our wounded world... The Word is an Anthem of strange rhythms, and rash discords... For we are the estranged and trashed discards of this heedless, corrupt, and crumbling age... Our Lives we attune in the Cozmic commune And raise the Word up o'er our wounded World... Up up toward the darkening Sun... Up up echoing cross the sorrowing night... Up up o'er the city's din... For Humankind has failed in sin... of corruption... Yet the Word goes on... For we are Warriors of Zendikian Revolution... Listen... Listen to the Word.