And yet numberless.
We march onward to God,
To God who is the beginning and the end,
To God who is our home.
The Chaldean
See how they are walking to meet the sun. His light shines on their foreheads, and they themselves shine with the strength of the sun. Mighty must their God be.
Their God? Have we not broken down his altars? Have we not conquered him?
The Chaldean
Who can conquer the invisible? Men we can slay, but the God who lives in them we cannot slay. A nation can be controlled by force; its spirit, never.