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Nations Fate



The best are condemned to useless lives

When chaos regimes and the merchant thrives
The basest sort then make sport
Of those who die with anguished cry
Because they told the nation's fate

Gods of the rabble are greed and lust
Love and honour turned to dust
Patriots in cages and liars as sages
The tyrants rage in every age

Black is white and evil is good
And nothing pure is understood
Emotions grow cold and the future is sold
The senses are sated and the prophets are hated
Because they told the nation's fate

Gods of the rabble are greed and lust
Love and honour turned to dust
Patriots in cages and liars as sages
The tyrants rage in every age

The state and the press and the church are a tool
An honest man is labled a fool
Every man must abase
Every kin and every race
Or face the fearsome despots plan
To destroy every man

The whores of merchant pave the road to hell
Twisting words to weave a spell
Master deceivers making believers
Misleading men with a cunning pen
To hate those who tell the Nations Fate

Gods of the rabble are greed and lust
Love and honour turned to dust
Patriots in cages and liars as sages
The tyrants rage in every age