A convict on the platform, mob's eye
With mourner's cry, world is giving way
Under his foots
Lost in crow's squall

Stout halter
Fat hangman
Linen masks
Souse sutler's face with wine
The soldiery beat the drums
By pack of cards, king passed

Judgement:
"When the drum plays, then a head will
Fall down"

Army marches in dust
And glory, honour and respect, salute
Morning execution, every-day scene
With mourner's cry, with the halter
and Mask

More informally, nearer convict
Nearer the priest with rosary
The soldiery beat the drums
In accordance with thumping rhythm
To love the beautiful and discover it in
Ourselves
And glory, honour and respect, salute
To rouse the mob, king passed

Judgement:
"When the drum plays, then a head will
Fall down"

War crimes ain't civilization
Revenge or metamorphosis?
Strategy of the new better time.