Today we march in unison against the lesser will of many men
Whose strength in discipline is overrun by thrill
(Conversion at its finest,
turning a blind eye away from the greater cost)
Their power is unyielding and for that I bear the cross
(Of human life and sacrifice for which there is no greater march)
My men and I will see it through no matter what the cost
The time and the place is now
We are not all like them lest we be
Content to abide by unjust decree
The fallacy that’s calling their names will ring within their heads
And we surely will not hesitate to remind them of their debts
She lay awake in wonder of what would come to be
Laying in the darkness withering the cold
Another lost soul, victim of their creation
And she would wonder what would become of her
A cigar and a box of wine await
A victory in which we’ll celebrate