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Trace our bloodline back to the faded dawn

Witnesses like last words etched on cold blue lips

On this cold earth the lines of fate were drawn

The graves of tyrants stirred beneath the eclipse

Like bones protruding from tarry ditches

Those vestiges compel our rootless stares

No relief bring any ranks or riches

To those who chose to remain aware

Their steps still trample this ground

Their words still blacken the air

Over decayed eras all that was found

Was emptiness without compare

By fire we won't be silenced, by steel we won't be tamed

Within us breathes the burden, the grief that can't be named

In life we shan't be conquered, in death we shan't be shamed

Through centuries of struggle our pledge has been proclaimed

The curse of the great oppresses our thoughts

But firm is the hand that leads the first strike

Cling to your masks and treacherous plots

For each of your heads waits a sharpened pike