I think we need some motivation...
Too long had we dwelt within the crypts of ourselves,
Subject to the inhibitions of our own insight.
Too long had we feasted on the unsatisfying ash of our own bridges burned,
Consuming the poison despite sensing the need for change.
Waiting, rotting away as we let our own nature steal our own futures from ourselves...
And why is this the case?
...
But no, this is not, this shall not ever, be our fate or fortune...
And thus I say, no, never again, NEVER AGAIN!
And spit from my mouth this hateful ash and sulfur, lo,
Even despite the bitter bile hanging between my teeth...
...Once more to stand, once again to rise...
Ah, NEVER AGAIN, NEVER AGAIN!
So long have we slept decrepit in this hanus state...
NEVER AGAIN, NEVER AGAIN!
For the past is dead and irreversible; pity it not!
So long had we spent dwelling in the caves of our minds,
Lingering on the past or scheming of the future,
But never once lifting a hand to become!
NEVER AGAIN, NEVER AGAIN!
And what, change this ruinous state so as to revel in the feeling?
PAH!
The feeling changes as a whim, absent and cruel as the mouth of Hell!
To this would we serve?
I WILL BE DAMNED BEFORE THEN!
And so, what shall we do? What shall I do? I shall tell you!
I will go onward, unto the end, unto the death...
...Until I can go no further!
The past is an empty husk from which we have already gleaned all that is useful...
...The future is a flux who's shift is captured only by the minds of fools and madmen...
...And just as quickly lost by them, leaving nothing but decay in the present...
But I, but we, shall go on from this present day unto the future,
To conquer it,
To gain that which MUST BE WON!
And if we are in need, we shall take it!
And if we are in want, we shall forge what we require from even the very cradle of abandon that is our lot,
...And I, and we... shall never cease...
And lo, though the Hell riseth up to cast us down,
We charge onward with no doubt or shadow of shame.
And even at the feet, the heel of our oppressor,
We are not swayed.
And I, and we, go forth,
Even unto the Pit itself,
With a tenacity which dictates that I, that we, will not stop...
...Until we have hacked and hewn off the head of the Wyrm himself!
And thus we launch ourselves from this unlivable present forward;
For the past is unreturnable,
And awaiting the dawn of another cheap tomorrow is the pinnacle of stagnation...
We advance towards tomorrow, for there is no other place to go.
And we will press onward until, yes, until there is nowhere left to go...
...Until we have gained what we must gain. Until we have won that which must be achieved!
And yes, verily, we commence,
UNTO THE END, UNTO THE DEATH!