Until the Wretched Whimper - Gloria Morti

The seas spat terror to our midst

Whom we must defy

For the sake our lands

And that which we perceive righteous

Our homes are taken by robbery

The spared induced to flames

Forced to take on the assailants

And that which we perceive sacrilegious

Our streets are swarming of foe

Contagious and foul

The fiends have been offered

The liberating fire of the Dragunov

Until their hopes are broken

And their worthless lives removed

These spirits linger

Until the wretched whimper

Seek no shelter from our homes

Seek no home from this land

We return fire

Until the wretched whimper

They came in many

Like pestilence

To contaminate our gardens

To feed on our orchards

But to be hopelessly slain

Like the vermin they are