From the vineyards that crown the Rhineland

To the shores of the phosphor sea,

The clans have gathered for battle,

And each for the signal waits,

While a million swords are flaming

At Eden's Eastern gates.

By the sign of the yellow dragon,

By the tri-color's bars of light;

By the double-throated eagle

That screams with the lust of fight,

By the Union Jack of Britannia,

By Columbia's stars and bars,

They pray to the god of battle

For the meed of a hundred wars.

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Hard by the gates of Eden,

Where the passion flower of strife

First bloomed at its blood-red altar

At the price of a brother's life,

The children of Cain are gathered

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