The sky of dawn
Mirrors the God of War
The seed of hate
Perpetually grows
Ice cold sun
Leads us through the groves
Patient trees
Stand there veiled in fog

In the wake of black magic deeds
The angry mob is out there in the hills
Non-believers!

Craving for blood, spite in their eyes
Hunt for the glory of the temple of lies
Abomination!

Reaching out to nowhere
There's no land for us
With such persecution
Neverending race

Vague shapes crawling round
Their hate's substantial
Flee away in desperate hope
To find salvation

Last rays of fading sun
Unlock the hidden doors
Crumbling pillars of time
Begin to collapse

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