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A tree with jagged branches

With vast far reaching roots

It sprouts in ancient gardens

And bears it's poisonous fruits

Sacred forests and villages aflame

Withering away at the touch of their crusade

Ashes soaring up high screamed in pain

And with vengeful intent cursed their name

For those who their god by love exalt

Prominence was through cunning bloodshed brought

Their virtue fleeting, rotting from the core

With chaos entwined for evermore

The unleashed blood soon this illness caught

And scorned the ways their forebears taught

A wicked masquerade

Of dregs that adorned capes

Where sanguine insignias were sewn

The flames still bear disdain

For being forced to lick the blades

Of men that these lands did not own

Now their anger flows through thee

Embrace it and smite the wicked trinity

Leave no place marked by them untouched

The hives of invaders must be rightfully crushed

Their ruins will give birth to songs we'll sing

Dancing on the corpse of the three headed king

Their virtue fleeting, rotting from the core

With chaos entwined forever more

Sound the horns of war and make sure they see

Their protectors aren't who they claim to be

And the pendants they say make them just

Are no more than mere casts of rust

Slit the throat of the matron

Unleash the wine of the holy son

Reject the words of the maker

Eradicate them all as one

Fend off the warmonger prophet

Tear the angels wings apart

Become a doom bringing comet

Make sure their foreign ways stay afar

Disrupt their twisted mantra

Cleanse their book with the holy flame

Pierce the heart of the hydra

So that every vermin would fear your nam