Fortune & Glory

Last days of the empire
Barbarians at the gate
Champing at the bit to seal our fate
Come a call from the watchtower
The hordes have breached the wall
Now it’s all or nothing, nothing at all
I don’t want them at all:
Your fortune and glory, no fortune and glory for me
I may rise and fall,
But not for fortune and glory, no fortune and glory for me
Your mercenary hearts
Beat to the drums of Babylon
Echo from here to the halls of the Pentagon
«Your ‘El Dorado’s' a lie,»
Said the Keepers of the Eastern Door,
«Keep your Pox Romana, conquistador»
I don’t want any more of your fortune and glory
No fortune and glory for me
Not if this means war over fortune and glory
No fortune and glory for me
Fuck the flag pin frauds
From the east to the west
Wrap themselves in «dulce et decorum est»
And those who bury their heads
While the strong prey on the weak
Who turn a blind eye but not the other cheek
What is it they seek if not fortune and glory?
No fortune and glory for me
Who among you will speak against fortune and glory?
No fortune and glory for me
Rally not around the flag
But the goals behind that rag
Stand with all rebel souls come before us
When all is said and done
And we are dead and gone
Our children’s children’s voices join the