On the wings of the past for our truth, for our breathing
We will pay the Gods creating
As we fight from the stronghold, our bodies sold for treaties
We will smash them to pieces
From the gates of divine, we are the children of the order
And we cry by the code of honour
As our grace turns the fight, cross the line and storm the border
And when tides rise, be ready to die
Turn them inside out
(Our battles cement in tombs)
Will you, shut them down
(Clean them out)
Only the strongest will wield the sword
And die by the hand of God
I will banish them
(?)
Bring them all to die
(Clean them out)
Only the strongest will wield the sword
And die by the hand of God
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