by the trappings Of words that make the outlines Blur on the showplace that history The folk is willed To parrot the dished up tale The lure of higher meaning
Cheat, you had to create An enemy stereotype To retrieve your absolution A forthy excuse for your foray To disengage from deeps of your encumbrance
March in with ten legions Whilst the crucial weapon's not pillum But the feather held in your hand in blood Your tall tales rule the forum Altering it into the battlefield
I, the spectral guise these baring fears Pestering your conscript fathers smile at my demise and while I die I cherish the roots of my perseverance