National Holiday

[Verse 1: Ozi Batla] Nation time, the party day And all that come to display the colours that make them like the others The brothers and sisters come to wish the tyrant well And dance around the wishing well The well-wishers forget the cuts that were so vicious At one day only banquets so delicious They trade it in for the quiet of afterlife It's their children that will feel the carver's knife Of emperor's that they revelled for Leave it to them to settle the score, what's more human than that? Never look back, never look forward Never forget the rule of law is so important They protect us from the hordes at the gates And they define us with their borders and states Look through the grates down at the castle wall And ask yourself if you're prepared to be the last to fall In defence of the crown that you will never hold That makes martyrs of sons who never grow old [Chorus] Come wave your pretty flags in the air Come and make peace in the dragon's lair [Verse 2: Urthboy] Each house put up red ribbons, and then cook great feasts all week Children stirred, pilgrims returned Quilts sewn all for his throne The pallet(?) that he pockets, tax nonsense(?) Someone is still taking kickbacks in Where's your ribbon? Is it hidden? Get it up How you gonna show the king you love Look through the bloodstained glass Commoner, you simpleton, you arse (ask???) Never asked, only bowed to the great lords Subordinate of the great sword While you quarrel on immoral excursions All the kings men murder And the Empire cries "Oh for freedom! Lead on" [Chorus] Come wave your pretty flags in the air Come and make peace in the dragon's lair Come wave your pretty flags in the air Come and make peace in the dragon's lair [Verse 3: Bezerkatron] Come prepare your penance and presence for his procession With dishes of dispossession and whispers of sedition Each and everyone must show respect Fail to do so on the pain of death A stain of shame, acknowledge his reign and swallow our pride Another one cursing his name and a pox on his line A watchman's sign of writer's symbols Here's a rival, fly a ribbon red for sure Survival swine who murdered and pillaged and burned Ruined our village, will refuse to serve Instead we'll choose to turn and purge this vile scourge Notes been broken by the beast that burned Cast the burden from the castle gates Storm the barricades and take the tyrant from the tower People rise, the time is now to Claim your place in this, our nation's finest hour