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He, his highness mighty will

Granted force for arm and mind

By his name we claim this land

We are just, firm and kind

No you’re not but infidels

Your cause is false as all you stand

We are the promised no suspect

Will sacrifice as they demand

Jupiter, Baal, Raa and El

Watched in pity and disgust

As this mortal's bloodshed Sand

Filled with trivial, worthless herd

Souls pleading with salvation

Lost in doom of middle land

They’re all blinded unsavory

Chasing shadow of fake glory

Chains are only what is fated

No chosen batch, no honorable story