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The orchard's infected and rotting, the fruit there is not fit to serve,

We peel back the bark now revealing, that its poison is rooted deep into the earth.

There will be no redemption, we all must now carry the torch,

To demolish the failing foundation, as we remake the world that you've battered and scorched.

Begone every Bastard Son, corrupted defilers of light,

We will burn every homestead down, so that you've nowhere left to hide,

Meet us on the battlefield, the world can no longer stay blind,

You have forced our hands to strike as you forced every tear from our eyes.

Every wolf in sheep's clothing will argue this is not the time,

How many more generations will die with your wool on their eyes,

Those who refuse to join us, avoiding the mud from the fight,

Your hands are still stained with blood but your robes stay as white as the ones we decry.

Begone every Bastard Son, corrupted defilers of light,

We will burn every homestead down, so that you've nowhere left to hide,

Meet us on the battlefield, the world can no longer stay blind,

You have forced our hands to strike as you forced every tear from our eyes