Raising new flags, over attrition on battlefields.
Taking a new stance, shuffling alliances.
All that stays the same: my blood, my compulsion.
I’m not out for blood, not out for peace,
I’m out for what I love.
I stand for what I love.
You’re not represented in my flag anymore;
the field's anew, the stripes are few.
I’m raising new flags.
Battle lines change, encampments change,
all that says the same: my blood, my compulsion!
I’m not out for blood, not out for peace,
I’m out for what I love.
I fight for what I love.
You’re not a flank of my line anymore.
My ranks are new, my friends are few.
I'm raising them new.
The same fight, new uniforms,
the same demeanor, only it meanders.
Say goodbye. We’ll meet soon,
only this time I’ll be staring across at you,
weighing you move for move.
You’ll make the first move.
