You are the poor man who looked in my eyes,
And the sad man who stared at the skies,
Tyrant, pinnacle the disbelief,
Dreaming war'iors attack my mind,
Rampant, miracle of unrelief,
Beaming failures bestow the kind,
He is the sandman we feared while asleep,
And our bad land yet liven in the deep,
Pilfer, relenting the apogee,
Take my daughter and steal my land,
Ill fore, cementing indecency,
This is homeworld where I do stand,
(IE)
"Rise above the destroyed temple of mad kind,
Enter the enigmatic shores of the find,
Pride begat the children knights of the day,
A toast to valour, with our swords we will stay!"
Hopeless, directionless run away,
Head on my pike to victory,
Sapless, gnostic godless fall to prey,
Our land, your kingdom's memory!