I.                    Born from war and hell, these flags we burn to lie
Within a soldier’s dream, on fields of starving flies,
To be but what to be, in quilts that we must dye
Running through a stream, so elegantly strife.

II.                 Thundering on the sea, these storms the God’s deny           

Cresting like a wave, reflected in an eye,

Decaying in a tree, the heaven for us mite
Be dancing on a grave, blinded by a light.

     III.        Picture cloudless skies, these birds of shadowed flight
Crackling from a fire, rising in the night,
With prayers the kings forgave, a righting of the rite