Out the window dare I look to see a red horizon.
Thy pride and lust has all but conquered a nation near forgotten.
What have you now old patriot, but to die or live in vain, if Truth Himself is burned neath the flag of a new regime?
I stand aloft my sorrows bow and morn my country's fall.
Salute her fortitude till now and take up arms in all.
So forgive me fathers if I disrespect my flags honored stand, but now I must paint it black, and go to war again.

© cardinal404