Ruins
Masked men with marching munitions
Searching under the scorching sun
Tired hearts with Giants legs
Receiving the marching orders from Cowards

Pawns serving as agents of protection
To the indolent Bishops and Rooks
The enemies' targets the overthrow of the King
Through the Queen's contempt.

Wavering flags give birth to victory
Songs of triumphant entry bellow
The ruins of the city cry vociferously
As the vultures perform the post mortem.