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Through the steppes of Harran

Under the veil of night

Fleeing death and pain, we march

Towards the promised land

Our faith’s unyielding

In the word of our Lord

For His power’s sure to outlast

Every spear and sword

Eternally ruling the heavens above

Thy will be done, Thy kingdom come

Fires burning

You’ll be kneeling

In the face of our God

Heathens trembling

New beginning

Of the age of our Lord

With dark days behind us

We will take our revenge

Raining hell and fire

Upon the wicked men

We’ll bring peace and justice

To this feral land

Few loyal chosen

Abide by His command