Flare Gun Lyrics

The wella woods of Belvedere,
The peat and moss of Avenroe,
St. Germain's canaries,
The fortress of Alpentine.

Oh, my soul! My loyalty is to the East and Spectral man, and bird, and beast.

Red soil for the taking,
Ruddy women for your brides.

All good men of valourous heart, consider a new start,
And sail today for the Heartland!