Hail to the father.

His only son.

Hail to the people, all who know where to belong.

Hail to the future.

Learn from the past.

Hail to the pictures of the unsurpassed.



There ain’t no power, except in words.

All bombs that took a life, are weaknesses from a bird.

All that you live for, will never end.

Only when you find a stand, in the arms of a great command.



Hail to your nation.

All who live there.

Hail to the rulers with a castle in the air.

Hail to the future.

That comes to fast.

Hail to the pictures of the unsurpassed.





© Tangarine