オーガ将軍による彼女の士へのスピーチSpeech to her Soldiers by the Ogre-General

It is said some ancient and famous poet and military commander of the eternal blue under-earth made an unforgettable speech to her soldiers before fighting the race of self-devouring lotus demons of the eternal black heaven, At the end of her speech, she delivered a very resonant and imaginative passage that concluded her talking to and encouragement of her warriors with power and grace, she said:
thus, we race of philosophical ogres, trained always in the dim pursuit of more invisible wisdom and more doomed martial crafts, shall assault their respectable host with all the damned and irreceptible (uncontainable) tactics we learnt from the evil dark snake we call Lao Zu. In time our blades, arms, hands, body and armor shall all be drunk happily with their sweet and ponderous black wine, withal as through and in our unknowably grey and immeasurably translucent winne (the metaphysical engine). Rains, falls, cataracts, and floods of white padma-gore and red jadaka-honey shall pour down; we shall be mighty and stand tall like the maker or as we are over-makers; from the deluge shall we too salvage earth by much digging, scooping, shaping and internalisations----saving the earth that remained in our stomach, and---reflecting over our own reflections on the peaceful sea of rainbow foam and ruddy earth we have made through black carnal wars. We the wrens, serpentine cave-dwellers, slinking about amidst dim shadows and their fleeting projections of a dead grotto-Sun, stole the fire ourselves so to shatter that illusion once for all---fire-creasted, golden with awe we were called; but as we jocularly and maliciously descend upon the hapless victims in the cave that are imbibing the purple opiate fantasies of the eternal Sun outside the cave they dwell--lotus-eaters them all, the "the enlightened", we "endarkened" shall chase them absent-mindedly as overfed hunters to games, whip them endearingly like respected masters to their slaves,  teach them impatiently like helpful tutors to students, abuse them like a loving husband to his wife, and love them like a dead poet to his immortal words. We endarkened, bearing upon our brows the auroral crown of the cavernous arctic, holding hard and resilient whips made of frantically dancing limbs and eerily dancing green sweats and tears of the eastern willow, and sandaled the bare feet on the unstable ground made of dried sandalwood, sizzling saffron and flowing warm gold---the admixture and shoes which we call sand. We endarkened had claimed the caves of Man in the eastern paradise as our own kingdom. So we can keep searching, searching, and always searching, the mystic legend of the imperishable blue earth----DOWN below. We thus are yet once again legion and torrent against the army of kingdoms that would desire light outside the caves---the caves which are equivalent to their own lives and their entire physical and metaphysical existence----after their sins and weaknesses should surrender to us and should be eaten to our philosophical joy. We the cave-birds, numbering one, five hundreds, ten thousands, millions, myriads, as many as sands-washed-from-tigers-paws-in-the-tengri-river, or eternal as eagles-tears-for-the-dead-blue-padme; from darkness we make all things joyous blue and make mournful tears for the demise of the tears that flew from themselves, for we all our own masters in peace and captains in war against all that would oppose----this universe; we are the sentinels that are the mortal enemies of Nihil---we eat and prosper on the void which is her flesh ---void-eaters we eastern ogres---and through too the bloody drinking of their inmost minds--the feast we sometimes call lamentable philosophisings---we find what lies beyond the truth and falsehood--thus it is called Soyombo, svayambhu (स्वयम्भू), self-made---thus we came to and will all know, (we are) time made old and sufficient, and self-made mighty and famous. In this too lies the foundation of our sword-statesmanship, our unstoppable war-engine and our constant vigilance,

Slaying the blackest celestial ignorance with the bluest earthly and subterrain fire.
Through the war of
《Ceruleus et purpureus》
Blue and Purple
As we came to know and will all know,
《In Genium est Dionysus, Ingeniosus est Man》
In Genius* is Dionysus, and ingenious is Man!
*(also, Ingenium or Engine)

we shall remain, eat and drink more, sometimes sleep in a warmthless sombre dreams, so we can wake up and cry, and henceforth act or play, in and through us; in and through time, we will beget always our most doomed win (our doomed wine!), all the blackest grape and vines.