The Red Terror lurks and lingers
Until it finds idle fingers
Through these hands it casts its spell
Sending many to a doom worse than hell
Can you imagine that
Those who thought they fought against the big fat cat
Only lived to help serve treason
All because they lacked logic and reason
Though the Red Terror did seem to grow
Unbeknownst to them was the resilience of their foe
A bright blinding light which bonded many
Against the hordes stood brothers and sisters of plenty
If we are to stop this terror and dread
We must realize one thing, our heros are dead
So look upon the great stone henge
"We Are A Generation of Revenge!"
