Crimson Hills
On the crimson hills,
Cars lie
They ride up and down
The steep hills,
Passing by the houses and chain-link fences,
Lit up by the sunlight,
The sunlight flowing and reflecting
The healthy, green grass
Of the crimson hill
The cars follow the sunlight
To their destination of victory
Victory awaits them,
Where the sun shines down on them
Where the sunlight makes the victory of the earth,
Come alive, to life, where it will begin to breathe fresh air
On the earth....
Right on the crimson hill