Beware the ire we'll march
Our silence is an artifice
Rage is looming, red river flowing
Just skirr into the storm
All trumpets resounding, torches flashing
And the MAMMOTH stabs
The FALCON at the fore!
A dish fit for the gods
What the drones are preparing:
Smell the roll, fresh from the stall
And the feast is on!
Just keep the PLANTING
And INTER the bones
In your closets
Shifts all will toll
Machinery all put on hold!
The die is cast and so few are
The men that believe what you say
And now, society must believe
They're not living in vain
From this day on,
We'll cross the rubicon
And thereon, we'll strike our HAMMER
And ram them down Til they are in disarray!
From this day on,
We'll cross the rubicon
And thereon, we'll strike our HAMMER
And ram them down
Til they are in purged from this place!

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN