Insanity rules the naked past,
obscured in fever and forever last.

Paralleled with stains of darkened crowns,
stabbing northward, taking no grounds

No thirst is but solemn on foreign sands,
explosive disdain near the Highlands.

Victory was seen but was taken away,
nowhere to turn, nowhere to stay

Caught and quartered for all to see
A hero, a martyr, for god and country