Cross the Rubicon - I-Ray

Beware the ire we’ll march

Our silence is an artifice

Rage is looming, red river flowing

Just skirr into the storm

All trumpets resounding, torches flashing

And the MAMMOTH stabs

The FALCON at the fore!

A dish fit for the gods

What the drones are preparing:

Smell the roll, fresh from the stall

And the feast is on!

Just keep the PLANTING

And INTER the bones

In your closets

Shifts all will toll

Machinery all put on hold!

«The die is cast» and so few are

The men that believe what you say

And now, society must believe

They’re not living in vain

From this day on,

We’ll cross the rubicon

And thereon, we’ll strike our HAMMER

And ram them down Til they are in disarray!

From this day on,

We’ll cross the rubicon

And thereon, we’ll strike our HAMMER

And ram them down

Til they are in purged from this place!