poesie

manía

oh, golden mane
foreign lion

you came this far
to wake your riot

you swam ashore
you raised your spear

what could you want?
what could you fear?

this war ain't yours
this goal ain't yours

but still you fight
up on my shores

but now you sulk
i watch you wail

you're not so golden
you're a rageful wraith

what did you lose
on these bloody sands?

who did we take
with our dirty hands?

oh, blood-red mane
wretched lion

you tore our gates
you crossed the lines