the rule of the game

Amno Baru must go down to its knees

Fall it deep into the darkness and feel

The sorrowful state it has to become

Before a new sign will arise

The current leaders or new office bearers

The same old objective will ride again

It will not work on race and religion

Sometimes singing on royalty

It has to get cleaned up

From top to bottom

Cleared all the darkest souls

Sweep away all the bad ashes

Its leaders have committed too many sins

By changing guards will not help the party

Amno Baru time to change the coat of paint

Let new faces come into the score

Maybe there is a hope

With the new faces eager to do work

No more by cables; no more by bad deeds

Will the party survive?