We fought for awhile   It was futile to resist   We waved white flags   Climbed from ditches and appeared      Your signature is red!      We marched down the slopes   In formation one by one   They had prepared wartime truce documents   Streamed with tears   We signed their faulty papers   It takes some time   To sink into your blood system.....      Your signature is red!      I seek control   of the enemies headquarters   Let me through their gates once more   I have a master plan