The earth here is red my friend Because if you dig it up You'll find the congealed blood That was spilt in so many silly battles Over ownership and honour and faith And that blooms today as roses And hibiscus and a thousand other flowers
The earth here is red my friend Because it's already clotted And waiting for more to be interred While they wail and mourn yet again As vendetta spawns vendetta And ****** cockfights fuel the thirst For more blood, more gore
The earth here is red my friend Because her lust for blood is insatiable And yet look how she clothes herself In a luxurious glimmering verdant silk Hums one of her sweet birdsongs And smiles at you, innocently Beckoning you like a coquette.