Now! Move
It is a march
Cast off our burdens
Neither desert nor sea nor mountains
Shall hold back wrath
Look upon that field
Look upon the evergreen trees
They sell the sustenance of our souls
To revel in drunkenness
Whom do they attack?
Their gleaming teeth, now fangs
Are tearing apart
The conscience of the age
Their coffins will be made of the finest materials
Yet they cannot stop decay
Deceiving the blood
Deceiving the skin
Scarecrows
Ah! What a lonely age!
His sacred golden crown
Is rusting away
Their greed is forging their final day
Slaves of defiled love
Roam every corner of this land
Hunting fragile lovers
Toward that utterly foolish beasts without beauty
Move them out
Block them with raindrops
Give a gift, Annegation!
Waiting for what faith will bring.