Behold the theme park
With red delight,
Heed the cry sparks
Off a bloody fright,

Bleeding mothers'
Hands on the chests,
Sheath of prayers
Close to the breasts.

"Never a word
If you don't understand" -
Jest the preacher
With the talking hand.

Nay they say
If they ever slay,
"Not today! Not today!";

Cry him in pray,
Whilst this awful play;

Come forth a judge
To smite the fools,
Shatthered their bones
With mighty tools.

Down the soldiers
Sit to rest,
When proud fathers
Stand to contest.

Words of a dame
Burn in flames,
It's a crying shame
And all are to blame,
All are to blame.