Th’ Imperial States whose awful destiny
It was to fade, decay, and disappear,
With scarce a trace to say “We once were here!”
Yet wars and battles mark’d their passing day
With strife tumultuous, and wild affray.
Count Frederick Von Erlach.
The Son of God goes forth to war,
A kingly crown to gain;
His blood red banner streams afar,—
Who follows in his train?