National Holiday - The Herd

Nation time, the party day

And all that come to display the colours that make them like the others

The brothers and sisters come to wish the tyrant well

And dance around the wishing well

The well-wishers forget the cuts that were so vicious

At one day only banquets so delicious

They trade it in for the quiet of afterlife

It’s their children that will feel the carver’s knife

Of emperor’s that they revelled for

Leave it to them to settle the score, what’s more human than that?

Never look back, never look forward

Never forget the rule of law is so important

They protect us from the hordes at the gates

And they define us with their borders and states

Look through the grates down at the castle wall

And ask yourself if you’re prepared to be the last to fall

In defence of the crown that you will never hold

That makes martyrs of sons who never grow old

Come wave your pretty flags in the air

Come and make peace in the dragon’s lair

Each house put up red ribbons, and then cook great feasts all week

Children stirred, pilgrims returned

Quilts sewn all for his throne

The pallet (?) that he pockets, tax nonsense (?)

Someone is still taking kickbacks in

Where’s your ribbon?

Is it hidden?

Get it up

How you gonna show the king you love

Look through the bloodstained glass

Commoner, you simpleton, you arse (ask???)

Never asked, only bowed to the great lords

Subordinate of the great sword

While you quarrel on immoral excursions

All the kings men murder

And the Empire cries «Oh for freedom!

Lead on»

Come wave your pretty flags in the air

Come and make peace in the dragon’s lair

Come wave your pretty flags in the air

Come and make peace in the dragon’s lair

Come prepare your penance and presence for his procession

With dishes of dispossession and whispers of sedition

Each and everyone must show respect

Fail to do so on the pain of death

A stain of shame, acknowledge his reign and swallow our pride

Another one cursing his name and a pox on his line

A watchman’s sign of writer’s symbols

Here’s a rival, fly a ribbon red for sure

Survival swine who murdered and pillaged and burned

Ruined our village, will refuse to serve

Instead we’ll choose to turn and purge this vile scourge

Notes been broken by the beast that burned

Cast the burden from the castle gates

Storm the barricades and take the tyrant from the tower

People rise, the time is now to

Claim your place in this, our nation’s finest hour