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
