Doth not say, that strife nought availeth while you were fed with your own blood Doth not explain, how all else faileth, while you were stabbed and cut Struggle! True, villain, a life to chase, A true faith is my foe in field And I, your master, will embrace my sword, charger and shield Strife! - Learn and earn Life! - Turn and burn Strife! - Moritur et ridet Strife! - Learn and earn Life! - Turn and burn Life! - Moritur et ridet Lions! Attack! Scatter the truth to seal this bond Ash and spark from fatum’s hearth Trumpet of downfall, fanfare behond Awake our dark siblings on earth The end is complete when the lambs are dead Soon, very soon Freedom will come forth when not one fled Croon, so soon Of neither would I ask the favor and boon Soon, still soon I have asked of thee, beloved Horned One Swift be thy retaliation’s run! My faith shouldn’t be thy faith Don’t raise another one’s praise My faith shouldn’t be thy faith Don’t raise another one’s praise Strife! - Learn and earn Life! - Turn and burn Strife! - Moritur et ridet Strife! - Learn and earn Life! - Turn and burn Life! - Moritur et ridet None of us will walk the golden halls or be immortalized in this poor rhyme As in life so in death we’ll be thralls without cenotaph ravaged by time Mars made a fool of you and me Lured with promises and belief ‘gainst paraphrased odd enemy I shall convert I will bereave... Last but not least I need to kill the infidels, which will not see that faith only, reigned by will is blind - idiosyncrasy Intolerance will not find room or inevitable soon become our doom Intolerance must not find room or inevitable become our doom Strife! - Learn and earn Life! - Turn and burn Strife! - Moritur et ridet Strife! - Learn and earn Life! - Turn and burn Life! - Moritur et ridet Doth not say, that strife nought availeth while you were fed with your own blood Doth not explain, how all else faileth, while you were stabbed and cut A faith… A truth… A race… We lose… A lamb…in blood