flag top burning for all the nations
rising falling clashing sensations
boast upon my own specifications
send an army to extend my salutations

that wasn't for my taking
but now thats what im making
out of clay i see you raking
no ears of the screaming and aching

victory so easily in spite of most
I now rule farther than my own coast
to the world extending my fearsome boast
to the world performing the final toast

eyed upon clockworks so far away
the mountain snow fresh and here to stay
cheers inside me for my body not to pay
it is only of others, they can decay

this was it, the final front battle
it is over now the world has it's saddle
ride on now as you bite grind and paddle
this is now your front end, YOUR lives to rattle