I'm craving you, to see your dismembered parts
you were happy before, now the madness starts...

Snow falling, mixed with blood and tears
a deep wound, no mourners, passed years...

Red, dark and foreboding, freezing me in my steps
those eyes, death lingers behind them, on me sets...

Standing on the roof, high above the city's street
high up on the alabaster metropolis in his seat...

I love my country, tis dear to me
I'll reveal it's wrongs for all to see...

It's been fun, we've had our merry time
being mischievous, committing our crime...

My picture of heaven may differ from yours
some things are the same, such as no wars...

A shot in the dark, a body falls
no more life, deaths voice calls...

I'm tired of this stuff, no recognition
read the poem, leave in indecision...

Our checkered past, littered over the years
war, depression, victory, and many tears...

Entering england, beating the Celts
veni, vidi, vici...

After a long day his desk is now clean
bills, and proposals are all he's seen...