Western wind
Carries the stench
Of disillusion
Of revolution
Thrustworthy mouth
Is open wide
For flag
For the nation

Red of blood
Black of smoke
White more than stars

Locust follows word

Monstrous iron worms
Feeding on fire
And flash
Choke the ground
March against the dawn
East from nest of crow
Days of hunger
Lions hunt

Red of blood
Black of smoke
White more than stars