Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rolling high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
We'll meet again soon I said
me heated brow
Ah but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now
Half prejudice leaped forth
Break down all hate I scream
Lies at is black and white
Spoke from my skull I dream
Romantic flanks of musketeers
Foundation deep somehow