Lyrics

As the mist starts to ease
We see what's left after the breeze
We've been toppled and taken down

Our own men have taken wounds
They stood their ground, now lay in tombs
The darkest day of the century
Of our lives

The king dethroned, a clean slit throat
The jesters lined up in the moat
The invaders now hold the crown

Smile while you dig the graves
Wear your pride you pretty face
This is your only way to stay
Lift a glass for the president