Wartime

So let us stand up, and take a vow

Rip your heart out and pass it round

This city, was built by pigs

And those pigs love their king

Rise, rise and fall

The king, fears our call

The streets, raging red

A voice, to raise the dead

Our life has not began

And death, it brings no end

Time is running close to the end

Out of morals to defend

So draw your sword, and make it sing

'Cause those pigs love their king

War... time... war.