At an early age, hoping for royal purple days
Opening my eyes in the old gold sun,
Praying to be bonded with the Sons of Thunder.

The bond forged by a lighted thunderous night
Young men rising intently focused on the light
Striving against the darkest pit in pursuit of right.

Five score and nine years of patience held me still
Enduring blazing sand with nothing but will
Blood, sweat and tears the only skill

Enlightened from heavens gracious touch
Destined to prevail ill fated circumstances
Longing the reward of Omega Land