Walk the road on high
Shining pillar in the sky
What was thought as gods
Only men and lies
An image in my mind
Victory hard to find
Monument to failure
Soul on the decline
You see blue, white, red
Blood trickles down your head
On the battlefield
d**h walks your way
The golden age a mockery
No one will escape
Through patriots and presidents
They control your fate
This is not mythology
It is our current state
You see blue, white, red
Blood trickles down your head
Soul drinker, world destroyer
On a throne of flesh and blood
Olympus lies before you
They say "when in Rome"
but this Rome is my home
and I won't do as you
nor take a place among you
You see blue, white, red
Blood trickles down your head