The Ancient maple

That dusty dirty deadly drunken sailor.
His name is only one divine protector!
Brave
This wicked helpless filthy little traitor,
No longer hidden by unknown defender.

Yet an ancient maple leaf forever,
Have mercy on eternal dreadful pity!
Whose wretched savage humble standard bearer,
How many mortal souls shall suffer dearly.

For life or death across the fields of honour!
A hundred thousand blood began to slay,
Another bloody battle over yonder!
Forgotten children being led astray.

An angels follow me along and fro,
A journey through the gates of bella wo.