Across the straight
Through worship barricades
A sacrifice made
For bewildering renegades
Lord help raise our swords
Untill the end
Frozen lands
Mark our boundaries
Worship strands
To be left with treacheries
Lord we await
For thou wrath to be sent
No darkness
Shall form our doom
The restless born free
Creatures of might they'll be
The way unknown
Is our ordeal
A fate surreal
The land now parched
For us to cross
The purpose lost
Sent off to the abyss
In time our state of bliss
Wallow father
Our fate is sealed
Wallow mother
Our fate we shape
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