We struggle not with kingdoms, we struggle not with thrones With rights with wrongs this evil, It cannot be atoned Our struggle is with avarice, our struggle is with greed Our struggle it is sanctified, our struggle is of need.
The flags still fly the partriots roar the country lies in ruin Now for money they make war for Mammon they need more As death and darkness reign our molten wings are spread The horsemen who hold the reigns pass over our dead And the lies are the same but the reasons have been changed They never thought, they never knew their nation it is deranged