And in a line,
The visionaries move.
Defending their home,
From oppression.
But they come upon,
The enemy army.
Both are stunned,
And then, the Anti fire.
The defenders release as well,
And the blaze of cannons exceeds all other sound.
And the bullets of the rifles,
Pierce the skin of the visionaries and the oppressed.
Stonewall against a blue
Wave of marching soldiers.
The servants of the oppressive Lincoln,
In blindness fight valiantly.
And the visionaries fight on!
While the anti continue in their steps.
The Stonewall begins to crumble
And the South is being lost.
Poor dreamers, you will always be remembered,
As the fires of Lincoln,
Spread burning you homes and crops
And heritage.
You will stay alive in our hearts,
Forever.
As the years of valor, dreams, and elegance,
Fades away.
Good-bye South,
We had dreams,
We had ideas,
We lost.
But by Lincoln's death,
We were avenged!