Sprinkled by the trappings Of words that make the outlines Blur on the showplace of made history The folk is willed To parrot the dishes up tale The lure of a higher meaning Cheat to had to create An enemy stereotype To receive your absolution A frothy poor excuse for your foray To disengage from deeps Of your encumbrance Behold All our gold Thousandfold Bereave me Declined Truths ensign Forever mine Bereave me March in with ten legions Whilst the crucial weapons not the pilum But the feather held in your hand Penned in blood Your tall-tales rule the forum Altering it into the battlefield I, the spectral guise Evoking these barring fears Pestering your conscript fathers I smile at my demise and while I die I cherish the roots of my perseverance Behold All our gold Thousandfold Bereave me Declined Truths ensign Forever mine Bereave me Behold All our gold Thousandfold Bereave me Declined Truths ensign Forever mine Bereave me