Was home spent for the Fire of God...

a War where victory is only in surrender

are the lights of Nash-vegas blinding

as flames burst forth on the horizon
of a nation due for Awakening

where is the town crier
has sleep overtaken the forefather's voice

of reason with an apathetic moan
of indifference and a plea for meat

give the forlorn guest of this blustery shore

a glimpse of horrid history

hidden in the annals of angry men

cherishing the coin of gold

was this land valued for the war of flesh

or the dignity of faithful men

on whom God's Glory rest

is the banner flown within your grasp

or shall the clocks be set once more

ringing liberty not ragged folklore

this ancient monster to arise or

an Eagle on the Lord's breath shall fly