Happy Father's Day To the father of Crota, who we love to slay To the breeder of blood brood, chaos, and dismay To the bat-winged juggernaut whose ships soon will set bay In the rings of Saturn I've heard it been said The Taken King turns his dark, godly head On September fifteenth, toward our traveler's bed, Above Earth, and the guardians, he wants us all dead We took from him his son, and now in return He will take all our foes to twist and to burn And when that is done he will send us these spurned To destroy all we love 'til our lesson be learned Prepare now we must for the upcoming fight He is coming for us, and the traveler's light With all his hive husk, and all of his might Oryx will bring us battle and blight Gather ye, your Gjallarhorns, your Hawkmoons, and Thorns Assemble your fireteams, with greatest light, adorn Bring forth your Truth's, Invective's, and Red Deaths To take on The Taken until there's none of them left To the dreadnought we venture for we know no fear We've stood ground so far for our sanctum here From Venus to Mars, from The Reef to the Moon If The Taken King's coming, his end will come soon