walk to Heaven isn't any better 
With legions' fresh ascent 
First they dwindled like always 
And then I regretted closing my eyes 
See, this dream was not inevitable 
In the war of reds and golds 
Our hero was gold! 

Anon, with each pronunciation 
Banners were smouldering, then dying 
And burning my intestines 
Taking away, alas, 
All that kept me alive 
Hast thou not crept up upon me?  [bad word] poison of Life! 
Thou hast taken everything. 
But what hurts me is that 
You've slobbered filthily 
O'er the delicate lips of a delicate girl 
And I shall announce what you are... 
Yes, away thou goest 
Into the desert betwixt blue angels 
Choose thy canon and execute 
Never is the morning of thy age!