Against the Modern World

So this is the West, a land we’re meant to defend
Of happy slaves who will babble to the end
Beneath the towers where financers roost
But above them the sun that sings out an ancient truth
Against the modern world
Against the modern world
On a hill that leads down to the sea
The last batallions of those who wait to see
The northern lights and the midnight sun
They await their sunrise they know will surely come
Against the modern world
Against the modern world
Against the modern world
Against the modern world