Throughout fiftheen years A war has been run So many years Against us aberrations Slaving through corridors Supporting mediocrity For our kind Awaits the last solution
No need to worry While they make up their minds It's just a matter of Spending some time I've got time if you want it You just let me know
All in a game of chess Nobility's been rendered The peasantry Increasingly outnumbered Treading the path of doom So pleasantly unknowing We're marching on Year after year
Memories of victories They seem to fade away All the joy and liberties That belong to yesterday