Doth not say, that
strife nought availeth
while you were fed
with your own blood

Doth not explain, how
all else faileth,
while you were
stabbed and cut

Struggle!

True, villain, a life to chase,
A true faith is my foe in field
And I, your master,
will embrace
my sword, charger
and shield

Strife! - Learn and earn
Life! - Turn and burn
Strife! - Moritur et ridet
Strife! - Learn and earn
Life! - Turn and burn
Life! - Moritur et ridet

Lions!
Attack!

Scatter the truth to seal
this bond
Ash and spark from
fatum’s hearth
Trumpet of downfall,
fanfare behond
Awake our dark siblings
on earth

The end is complete
when the lambs are dead
Soon, very soon
Freedom will come forth
when not one fled
Croon, so soon

Of neither would I ask the
favor and boon
Soon, still soon
I have asked of thee,
beloved Horned One
Swift be thy retaliation’s run!

My faith shouldn’t be thy faith
Don’t raise another one’s praise
My faith shouldn’t be thy faith
Don’t raise another one’s praise

Strife! - Learn and earn
Life! - Turn and burn
Strife! - Moritur et ridet
Strife! - Learn and earn
Life! - Turn and burn
Life! - Moritur et ridet

None of us will walk the
golden halls
or be immortalized in this
poor rhyme
As in life so in death we’ll
be thralls
without cenotaph ravaged
by time

Mars made a fool of you and me
Lured with promises and belief
‘gainst paraphrased odd enemy
I shall convert
I will bereave...

Last but not least
I need to kill
the infidels, which
will not see
that faith only,
reigned by will
is blind - idiosyncrasy

Intolerance will not
find room
or inevitable soon
become our doom

Intolerance must not
find room
or inevitable
become our doom

Strife! - Learn and earn
Life! - Turn and burn
Strife! - Moritur et ridet
Strife! - Learn and earn
Life! - Turn and burn
Life! - Moritur et ridet

Doth not say, that
strife nought availeth
while you were fed
with your own blood

Doth not explain, how
all else faileth,
while you were
stabbed and cut

A faith…
A truth…
A race…
We lose…
A lamb…in blood