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Our legions in hiding walking under the moon

A far noise taking ourselves to wonder soon

Their hatred is strange, taking them to the kill

Does it justify decimating innocents on the hill?

All the sadness that reaches their land

Still will bleed through souls of left ones

An offender of god feeding the breeze

A momentary sorrow of lost

We grasp it is wicked by their barbarian channel

They pray while hiding behind a brutal god of them

Destroying what they warn to be violating their faith

Victims would claim innocence if they were breathing

You hide but you’ll pay

Common peoples are not meant to be slayed

When any of your divinity will perceive you

They will advise you

They don’t like you

So-called envoy of they, You’ll pay

Our regions separated by boundary on a map

Those blaming others colors to be a source of crisis

They ritual is exotic, shifting them in a trance

Don’t you ever thought they might feel the same about you

(Holy War)

Barbarian features are told to be reveled in the reflecting water

I used my own representation to investigate and wonder

I resized my mind to distinct my spirit

We all bleed, wherever we dwell in

In our research to be the right

We are the crew

In our ways to win by the fight

We stay skeleton true