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Cursed is the day when light left our eyes

when hope parted from our reality.

Fear and terror had taken their toll

before hunger and torment weakened our bodies.

Then they came like a storm,

crashing down on weak walls.

It was blade and fire that finished

what be-trayal had started

so we lost the grip

of our own fate

''Blood and thunder

the day the tyrants marched

Blood and thunder

the day we lost our home.''

We should have chosen dignity in death,

a stand worthy of our ideals...but

at the end of our cowardice

we found a mass of graves,

the end of all we once held dear.

Chained to their dark juggernaut,

we offer the currency of the slayers of nations,

our blood and soul.

Now we the wretched slaves can only dream,

dream of the day we will redeem ourselves.

''Blood and thunder will crack the skies,

as tyrants burn and a new sun rises.''