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[In the mines deep under the capital city, the people of Autaxia rising against their oppressors

Millennia of slavery, hunger and death reaps their harvest]

Broken and forced to serfdom

Considered the weaker kind

Yet flame of faith will burn through our chains

Abandoned by our Gods

Promising us paradise

Only we can alter our dire faith

Millennia of our suffering will ignite the flame that soon consumes those lands

On ruins of once grand cities we will build our paradise, fertilized with blood

Millions will die from famine and from blades

No funeral pyres for the uncivilized slaves

The pain will make us stronger, will sanctify our cause

Martyriums will be the pillar of our new faith

We've heard the stories about chosen kind

Which through the anguish will be enshrined

So come, ride towards horrors like there is no tomorrow

The sweetest sacrifice is to die for freedom of those after us

The beacon of hope shines the brightest after the deepest nights

The power to choose our own path is gained through our scars

For thousands of years we've been chained to the ground like wild hounds

Deprive of the rights owed to the creatures that feels, think and cry

But all of that burden has only taught us how to weather the storm

And now, by hands of the faithful, this world will be reformed

Mythos behind our religion

Praising our barbarous rage

Bloodshed, slaughter, carnage, subjugation

Sins of our masters lives

As long as our hearts beats

Morals restrain only those that will serve

Millennia of our suffering will ignite the flame that soon consumes those lands

On ruins of once grand cities we will build our paradise, fertilized with blood