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 
Death walks your way 
The golden age a mockery 
No one will escape 
Through patriots and predidents 
They control your fate 
This is not mythology 
It is our currnet 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