In a position untenable
With an enemy contemptible
The battlelines are drawn
Awaiting mayhem at dawn

Because it is unthinkable
To lose this war of principle
So when the wardrums pound
We will all stay our ground

Yet there is little hope
To avoid facing the rope
But all men must die
Lacking a good reason why

So we sharpen our swords
Sharing our few last words
For we know we face our doom
Yet let the scarlet flower bloom!