I - The Storm I Ride
Ники зелеными надо было делать. Или красными. Власть пролетариату же!
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal