The world is in ruin Now for the day of rage! Off-axis, the tilt of things spills the ink that engraves the page the story becomes history for 'freedom!' cried the slaves while they poured their bodies like living reliqueries headlong into trenches that became great hordes of rats among the open graves. while kings upon the piled bodies whipped havoc and the brave to valor faster, forward to our reckoning, glory amongst the masked laughter the seats of council, distant from the thunder of your undoing, the same that now overrun, the marching feet of the doomed rather the terror of the earth become a tomb or war to end all wars, for the wealthy few The red, the white, the blue.