The beast runs down from the mountain
He smells of a good fight so he wants in
Running hard on the slope with smoke in the air
The howling can be heard together with the wind
The valley of people
They gather to stare
At the loud howling from the air
They look at each other and wonder why
On the stage sit the political opponents
Arguing who will be the better candidate
All the whole singing of a race track
Ignoring the others in their eyes
The beast charging on
Giving nobody a chance to cry
They don't like peace and joy
So the beast will give them the boot
As long as they can understand
A single race will not win a war
The nation of many flags to fly
Use them for the better progress
Only then the beast will stay
Up on the hide-out of the mountain
Disunity is a good way to conquer
The political opponents shouldn't forget
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