We tread along the shady meads
To defeat the men of endless greeds
To lock them down and stop their deeds
To sow new seeds and wipe out the weeds
Our forebears came once with an oud
But the men killed them with immense proud
Now came we, the mutant crowd
To see the men below the shroud
Eirene is now awake, peace all around
Streets are calm, sans displeasing sound
Beasts are free,some lost and found
And the men are scared to go beyond the bound.
Bodies are piled up, like the wastes, in deep pit
Neither rich nor poor can escape from it.
We’ve come to you with monstrous spirit
To let you down and to kill your grit.
The doors are shut, with mute despair.
World with new eyes prays for care.
Fights and wars seen nowhere
Times like this, come very rare.
Eyes of men, now pleads to me
But not born as such were we
This ogre was made by thee.
Thus we’ll go nowhere unless you flee
