What say you Knight Templar?
Does this war bring forth forgotten memories?
Does that dammed sand, still fly.
Bite and infest the cup?
Centuries have passed,
Though, the cause is still the same?

That flag that with cross and colour,
That flew night and day.
This now has the heavens stars transposed,
Though this day and the morrow,
We fight for no Pope of Rome.
Be this no Crusade.

The principles of man,
Have lapsed,
Though time irrespective.
Their greed remains.
Oil enough now,
Though none now clear enough to anoint.