1776

Through war drowned waters of Styx

Enter this scene

The British sedate

Find lost leafs

And then irate

Shakes every heart that dwells

Dwells in those who are waiting

Who are waiting in the hills

To watch on flights of wings

The devils come

With stone white faces

And coats red fire

In lines, in lines, in lines

Hurrah, hurrah!

All is at an end!

Through death and pain

Freedom shall reign.

And with a pen

All olds end

And news begin