The tides have turned away from you, O Chief,
emblem of our home!
Our heart untrue, our canting mouthpiece,
go now and roam!
Be that which you never were,
The proud beast you spurn
At odds with each and all of our views,
you spoke for us as we spoke of you
Caller of Snow, Sucker and Fucker, rapacious Vanilla King!
Are you off to dive in pools of gold, easy in defeat?
Or will you roam our halls alone in your mind, nursing the bitter sting?
Rest now, Father of Justice, your job is now complete
O Mark O Traitor O Muse!
To you I speak, my spark, my perfect fool
When shall our hearts here clash again?
Go now, off and away, to let our spirit mend