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Upon the mountain the dismal tyrant stands

Lies in his eyes, stone tablets in hands

Ignorant slaves in numbers flock his call

They worship in vain their prophet shall fall

Across many lands the slaves they dwell

Ensnared by the tyrant’s false-hearted spell

Doing his bidding without question or thought

So the prophet’s reign of slander is wrought

(chorus)

Raise the banners of blood

Fly the flags of hate

Behind the banners we ride

The tyrant-prophet we shall fight

Across deserts and mountains and over the seas

Everywhere nothing but ancient lies sound

Cultures are crushed by the laws of the lie

Once noble tribes now shackled and bound

For centuries the rule of the prophet endures

Bleak oppression the dread fate of the world

All are powerless against the tyrant’s rule

Until the holy banners of blood are unfurled

(chorus)

Raise the banners of blood

Fly the flags of hate

Behind the banners we ride

The false fall beneath our might

After ages of woe chosen warriors rise

Fathered by those who still rule the skies

Their divine blood and celestial steel

Shall squash the lies the slaves shall kneel

The banners fly with defiance and pride

All lies and deceit are crushed by their might

Scriptures burn in the holy fires of rage

Blood and steel forge a new golden age

(chorus)

Raise the banners of blood

Fly the flags of hate

Behind the banners we ride

With burning steel reclaim our pride