Ideological or hateful sin;
inflamed insurrection,
let war begin.

The cotton fields lead the battle cry!
the tobacco leaves cover the men that die.
What patriotism! is that really the question,
this pugnacious rift the screams of secession.

The politics of power for those who plunder,
the ravaging of this nation may yank it under.
The lines are drawn the scene is set, them damn
Yankees’ the Rebels reject, this war of regret.

The vital recruitment in this total rebellion,
with collapse and confusion the devil now wins.
We are making preparation for this devastation,
now hear the declaration for union nullification.

We are advancing the fierce forces of our militia,
dominate the killing of all who would resist us.
Can you hear the brutal burst of cannon blast,
we’ll besiege the belligerent we fight to the last.

Surrounding flanking forces now fighting in frenzy,
then meet our cavalries carbine carnage with envy.
you’ll feel the bitter bloody! burning of bayoneting,
our righteous screams of glory in this bloodletting.

Was this in God’s will that my enemy be thy brother,
the revenged ravaged corpses, the cries of all mothers.

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