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Across the straight

Through worship barricades

A sacrifice made

For bewildering renegades

Lord help raise our swords

Untill the end

Frozen lands

Mark our boundaries

Worship strands

To be left with treacheries

Lord we await

For thou wrath to be sent

No darkness

Shall form our doom

The restless born free

Creatures of might they'll be

The way unknown

Is our ordeal

A fate surreal

The land now parched

For us to cross

The purpose lost

Sent off to the abyss

In time our state of bliss

Wallow father

Our fate is sealed

Wallow mother

Our fate we shape