An occupying army
With banners unfurled
Struts the mean and dusty streets
As if they owned the world

Cursing the local populace
While yearning to be home
History’s greatest army
Unleashed by imperial Rome

But from a lowly dwelling
Comes a new born babies cry
Heralding a revolution
There’s a bright star in the sky

Empires are doomed to crumble
Conquerors must depart
For freedom is our birthright
True faith will heal the heart

A modern army without weapons
Except the power of love
Will displace the feared eagle
With the symbol of a dove