the song of the black banner

✂ try not
to rebuild the white-soaring swan
of freedom
of equality
on the soil of snapping dogs -
she'll be
the easy prey to their
dripping hunger -,
the sneaking bitches
and the cringing dogs -

✂ there is no freedom
there is no equality
not too
frail, not to crumble
beneath their stinking love
and their rat-like joy -,
the dogs -

✂ there is one freedom
there is one equality
one only -:
the icy loneliness of the sailing eagle
the meeting bitterness of the real lovers
the forcéd closedness of the god-born ruler -
there is one freedom
there is one equality
one only -:
the silent community
of the aristocrats of the Blood -
there is one sign of freedom
and one sign of equality
one only -:
the irresistible voice
from the god-eye of Blood
on the purified brow of its man -