The Blood of our Ancestors
We, the choosen to live on this world
We, the flesh and strenth of men so bold
We, carry on through thick or thin
We, are all curropted by sin
We, stand here all in one
We, shed no fear to anyone
We, by blade and gun strong
We, pray to hell, hear our song
We, are the purest of us all
We, are the strongest, all shall fall
We, are lord in our own land
We, fell angels by our demonic hand
We, fear no living, no holy
We, are loyal, forever truely
We, feel no retribution nor sadness
We, are currpoted by madness
We, are lords of our kingdom
We, prestigous, in our own religion
We, are monsters from hell we arose
We... we are Earthly creature's foes!
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