To sound one and sound them all, to this dark eclipse I dare risk the Horn. Once blasted there is no calling back, there is no Calm. To this tune and this image I now make war, for never before have I seen, such marvelous delight. To bring to spite this forsaken image is to wage war on Terra herself. This I dare not do, yet on her back to I now wage War. This moon, hear my toast, to ye I drink tonight; even it be the drink of my enemies sworn in by Peace.