Ярп:
Рoдилa цaрицa в нoчь нe тo..
Zippy Kid:
In Yarp’s forgotten halls of stone
Where whispers rise and spirits moan
A banner sways — green, black, and gold
The Labour Party’s tale retold
But not in daylight, not in cheer
Their voices echo dark and near
They gather under moon’s eclipse
With secrets burning on their lips
A crystal blue, a shard of fate
Glows in the House of Gothic State
Yarp drinks its light, the walls decay
And shadows dance in disarray
The Party chants of labour’s might
Yet angels flee the endless night
For every promise, every vow
Is carved in stone, but broken now
And in the ruins, strange and wild
A lion weeps, a serpent smiled
The gothic hymn, the twisted art
Of Yarp and Labour’s haunted heart