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So this is the West, a land we're meant to defend

Of happy slaves, who will babble to the end

Beneath the towers, where financiers roost

But above them the sun

That sings out an ancient truth

Against, the modern world

On a hill that leads down to the sea

The last battalions of those who wait to see

The northern lights and the midnight sun

They await their sunrise

That they know will surely come

Against the modern world