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[Led by the archpriest and his servants that can control the matter with power of their minds

They foresee a future where we are our own masters and Gods

Inspired by newfound hope, our warriors are ready

To face the great army gathered by those that want to enslave and devour our bodies]

The chiefs have gathered their armies to vanquish insurrection

It's time to fulfill the oath and finally take control

We charged through scorched earth, inhaling the scent of death

Hatred was fueling muscles, while essence was feeding our souls

With the visions of enchanted lands

Created by loyal followers

If we never see the light of day

At least we try how freedom really tastes

To all that can hear this message, chiefs' army has been crushed

On ruins of their castles we will build our cathedrals

From caste of the warriors we have chosen our new king

Along with the archpriest he'll lead us towards deliverance

It's dawn of a new age, dawn of empire ruled by Gods, unconfined

Through flame and through bloodshed, shaped to become the final stage of creation

The power to control the matter, the power to see through the time, mystical

No Gods shall show us the way, we'll be the shepherds and the herd, sovereign

Here are the fields that once were soaked in blood that's still run through our bodies after all this time

The essence is pushing the boundaries of minds, but all of great powers must come with the price

Through pain and suffering we're finding who is God, who's worthy to lead us to glorious triumph

The only way to paradise must lead through the genocide