Led astray their beliefs
Chose to worship on themselves
Destroyed all who opposed them
Betrayed all those who had supported them
They defy ancient gods,
The holy spirits
Divine kin
Provoced by creators of sin
The ways of these rulers
Are commoner's repugnance
Those who make them what they are
They grind to the ground
Now standing superior in flesh
Soulless inferior in depths
Awaiting masses' fury
To be wiped clean
We are to conquer the western lands
Their rivers of blood washed with theirs
Drown them in their penance
Clean our dead with their skulls
When the king is coming, all men will tremble with fear
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