Passive we stare down these checkered halls.
Massive yet spare sound these measured walls.
Wanting is more than life will allow.
The colors they fly at half mast from the bow.
Early frost arrives, winter heralds near.
Blood moon to rise, premonitions clear.
Precious the lives that are uncaringly stole.
Treacherous minds, just brains without souls.
Greed is the core of their sheltered ideals.
The flag it unfurls at half mast o'er fields.
Earthly wind divides, Goddess heralds near.
Early frost arrives, destiny is clear.
We will overcome.
You will overcome.
Love will overcome.