We are the architects of greatness. Our vision lies within the depth of our souls. It is a divine revelation. We never see the mirages of facts, but peer beyond the veils and mists of doubt and pierce the walls of unborn Time. We are the makers of empire; battle for bigger things than crowns and higher seats than thrones. We are Argonauts, the seekers of the priceless fleece - The Truth. Through all the ages we have heard the voice of destiny calling us from the unknown vast. Our brains have wrought all human miracles. In lace of stone tour a spire slab the Old World's skies and with their golden moon kisses the sun.
We are the chosen few ... the blazers of the way ... who never wear a doubt's bandage on our eyes ... who starve and chill and hurt, but hold to courage and to hope, because we know that there is always proof of truth for those who try - that only cowardice and lack of faith can keep the seeker from his chosen goal, but if his heart be strong and if he dreams enough and dream it hard enough, he can attain, no matter where men failed before. Walls crumble and the empires fall. The tidal wave sweeps from the sea and tears a fortress from its rocks. The rotting nations drop off. Time's bough and only things the dreamers make live on.
We are the Eternal Conquerors - our vassals are the years
We are the dreamers.
We are the MALAYS.
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