We fought for awhile
It was futile to resist
We waved white flags
Climbed from ditches and appeared
Your signature is red!
We marched down the slopes
In formation one by one
They had prepared wartime truce documents
Streamed with tears
We signed their faulty papers
It takes some time
To sink into your blood system.....
Your signature is red!
I seek control
of the enemies headquarters
Let me through their gates once more
I have a master plan