Walk the road on high

Shining pillar in the sky

What was thought as gods

Only men and lies

An image in my mind

Victory hard to find

Monument to failure

Soul on the decline

You see blue, white, red

Blood trickles down your head

On the battlefield

Death walks your way

The golden age a mockery

No one will escape

Through patriots and predidents

They control your fate

This is not mythology

It is our currnet state

You see blue, white, red

Blood trickles down your head

Soul drinker, world destroyer

On a throne of flesh and blood

Olympus lies before you

They say "when in Rome"

but this Rome is my home

and I won't do as you

nor take a place among you

You see blue, white, red

Blood trickles down your head