No Fields to Envy Enemy

If all be true of seasons renewed

I give in all humility

Ventures of vanity end with insanity

Our mad top hats put on backwards

Depravity shall be no chastity this day

Thanks to what gives life lost to graves

Do we dare send our best dressed

To help those protest

To protect their homes

Battle line drawn from suits with shoes

No issue we have of enemies unseen or abused

No bolder be today’s soldier

As they stand shoulder to shoulder

We do what is asked to be the disorderly of order

Ask our forgiveness for what is about to come

We must obey or be thrown away

Demons with High Ranking uniforms

Will see us all come undone

Those who lay on fields

Where honour be their shield

Brothers and sisters to defend what they must

In battle of heart and home

I place this flower on your body

I will whisper to spirits

To keep you for those who miss you

Take you far from mind

Fields of war on any shore

Blood bathory in glorys gore