I stand against those
Who speak against mine
No pity for slobs
Who sulk in the grime

I'll work to the bone
Grind stone into dust
I'm building a home
And I'll do what I must

No guilt in my heart
For treading above
Insects in the dirt
Rot crushed into mud

Nature demands much
So my soul provides
Through turmoil and rust
I'll continue to climb

To conquer my foes and
Leave enemies behind
RIP flags from their poles
And burn men alive.