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 financers roost But above them the sun That sings out an ancient truth Against the modern world Against the modern world On a hill, that leads down to the sea The last batallions, of those who wait to see The northern lights, and the midnight sun They await their sunrise That they know surely come Against the modern world Against the modern world