see the abundance of limes from ivory grooves
in sunken stealt
crawlers slither on ranging copius grapevines
the baleful harvest
for in the homeland thieving daughters rages
their spite is law
call the knaves and vagabonds and kilt the clans
drink bile from red lips
hunt down the moor and make all the rest of days
so very difficult

see the world but alas not how the world sees you
for innocence is clean
brown earth reflects vividly on snow covered land
dare deny its a given
for the homeland thieving daughters and sons rage
their madness governs all
rapacious minds and voices sing the blues for blues
and hounds are baying
red mist descends and in fog cold whispers cover
the emerald isles

see hordes gnawing carrion of chicanry and deceit
belching odious sirocco
and gated barbarians hidding stunted swords pose
in clouds of smoke
for homeland thieving mothers and clans are raging
give us a lion sacrifice
death to the stallion in the arid desert of hot thighs
where quick-fire reigns
come in unison to drink regal blood in snow tempest
the son of king will pay