300 years has passed Time is ripe for return Back to the holy lands Where our souls yearn Across the barren waste Through the mists of space From sun to sun Who will win the race
We are bred for war Heed the crusader call To claim the sacred prize The cradle of us all
Like a sword we cut Through occupied lands Bringing justice and order To a lesser race We shall conquer you all And rule with an iron hand
And then came the day Of cursed Tukayyid Where seven was gathered Against a greater white Only one met success Through the firestorm
We are bred for war Hear the Ghost bear roar We are bred for supremacy Fear the jaguar claws We breed to improve Feel the Jade falcons wrath We are bred for war We are bred for death