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Our lands were cursed from the start
The ground was crumbling apart
It's time to make our way forth once again

Here we stand, closest to the gods
To claim our lands once again
No rain can wash our suffering

Take a look deep down, within your hurting souls.
By faith you all unite from the fear of certain death.
Bless yourself with hope as the hour is upon you.
Gradually your weight of life will bring you down on your knees.

Take to your weapons, abandon your homes
face your demonic armies of god
Axes, sledges, knives, hammers and scythes.
Pray for a brighter tomorrow.

So my fellow men open your eyes,
What hope is there to strive for?
The choirs sing of a righteous god.

we do not believe in the promise
Of a better world to come.
Why won't you give us salvation?

Bow your heads deep down, and say your prayers.
Not Allah, Shiva or God can save you now.
Pray for a brighter tomorrow
The tomb of every Man made by no one but himself.

Take to your weapons, abandon your homes
face your demonic armies of god
Axes, sledges, knives, hammers and scythes.
Pray for a brighter tomorrow.

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