Heed me now and hear my call
They mount the revolution
Do be nice, take our advice
Or suffer execution
Saints believe us
, don't deceive us
Send your guidance
down to those of us
Who focus on the grand illusion-
Father, guard our sons in
battle
Watch them well, watch them
all
Bind our borders with love
and order
Unite and stand, divide
and fall
Listen to reason,
tis not the season
To open your arms
to the enemy host
Him who forges swords
and favors
War shall answer to the
holy ghost
Mother mold your children
clever
Teach them well the faults
of man
For the future follows faster
Than your children ever
can
Comfort Mother in your young
ones
Maybe they won't have to
try
To insure the race survival,
Maybe they won't have to
die
So it has been, though
it may be
You fight for your
country
But not to be free……..