Walk the road on high Shining pillar in the sky What was thought as gods Only men and lies An image in my mind Victory hard to find Monument to failure Soul on the decline
You see blue, white, red Blood trickles down your head
On the battlefield Death walks your way The golden age a mockery No one will escape Through patriots and predidents They control your fate This is not mythology It is our currnet state
You see blue, white, red Blood trickles down your head
Soul drinker, world destroyer On a throne of flesh and blood Olympus lies before you
They say \"when in Rome\" but this Rome is my home and I won't do as you nor take a place among you
You see blue, white, red Blood trickles down your head