T'is the loathsome right Of lions and lords To visit their might Upon lambs Oh butcher and beast, Tyrant and cabal I am a lion no longer For empire and flag, For captain and king I offered no quarter Nor mercy Spurred by the rage Of a thousand vengeful gods And blinded by men of ambition Such industry Is violence and war And how the ends are not all They claim Righteous crusades Bear bullion and control And garnish the blood Of a nation So beware the promise Of exotic frontiers Where the battle of nowhere Is waged Where patriot sons Are put to the sword And lost in the strains Of an anthem