And so the Martyr with uplifted heart, Blinded by the blood and dust, With crown of thorns and hallowed lust, Is once more yet deceived And the Sovereign with the leaden heart Nourished from the battlefield, With golden crown and sacred want Is time again betrayed. What see you now beyond that hill Epaulettes and velvet gowns, Halos to replace the crowns, A rank for your crusade? What fabled Heaven's Gate awaits Your noble footsteps to pass through, Where there your body's made anew And fixed with angels' wings. And you pass with your benevolence, Believing that your soul to give Would make a better World to live But which world will that be? And you pass with your ignorance, Pretending at humility, Preparing for divinity, What hope is there for you.