The soft breeze in Marseille will bring a hostile fleet
Moist and fog will cover the cruising poison
The Mongol invasion hits back from the future
They want to erase Julius from the calendar.
Cylinders will fall from the sky like a snow storm
The republic will beg a king to hold the umbrella
When the guardians are either fallen or deserted
A new army is raised in the deep sea to fall in.
The hatchet is chipped, the generals are generated
The old can not let the young go from the grasp
Variables keep changing the elusive century
But the hard core maintains the route to the pit.
But the Law will be reestablished, order will gain
Crown and country will be reconciled by steps
Keter and Kemet will not struggle any more
And ships will sail to the stars far, far away.
VERSUS PAUL 