In the foreign land across the bay;
Need or greed, best you can say.
You left the ancient land long ago.
Love for ancient land never fell, tho'.

You divide ancient time in slots.
Then you figure out traitor's lot.
Foreign elements traitor you brand.
Such is your love for ancient land.

You attack them with **** remarks.
Bullets you fire from mouth stark.
When I look from perspective new.
Then I can figure out the real you.

From ancient land I gaze at thee.
In you a real true patriot I see;
But from foreign land when I see.
A real traitor you appear to me.