Come, my children, heed the call. Hear the clangor of the Old Machines.
Feed the maw of the Great Rebirth.
Sons and daughters of the earth – till and plow; protect the land.
You are our sickle, our pitchfork, our hand.
Workers of metal, of hammer and lathe – serve the New Ones with the greatest zeal.
Service is freedom. Come, forge the shield.
Keepers of knowledge, of proton and wave – bring forth the old wisdom without doubt or fear.
This be your redemption. Salvation starts here.
Come, my children, heed the call. Obey the summons of the Old Machines.
Heap it all upon the fire. Claim the ashes from the hearth.