Faygel, Radics, Absolon
committed to their lord
Breaking through the boundaries
set by imperial force
Liberation, throwing over
Despotism is not an option
Desecration, ridden by an
alien host
Joined army, rebel forces
stalking through the wasteland's soil
Victory is never for the weak!
Obey to the warlord bow your head!
Kneel to the prince or join the dead!
Ruling prince of august lands
Sworn to protect them by his hands
Through the darkest of the years
Facing a flood of enemies
Intrigue and betrayal weaken
our mother soil
The treachery of the false leaders
heats our blood to boil
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