The Flemish Carillon towers are cracked and scorched

As Hell's red fury round them flames and hails;

Into Ancona the drowned fisher lads

From the Adriatic wrapped in sheets and sails

They bring from their mined boats; the carnage grows

Till the earth shudders and all Europe wails.

Everywhere is the rustle of Death's wings.

To the mad despot as he cowers and quails

Appear the direful faces that portend

The imminent doom of Kaisers and of Kings;

And the Hohenzollern's fated shameful end

As the divine and popular will prevails;

And loaded with the curses of mankind

They sink into the Bloody sea, and all help fails.