We come from a kingdom where war is praised
Where evil was born and raised
We hail from the land where blood soils the ground
Where bones of angels are found
We, who are called the servants of sin
And blamed for the darkness within
The children of the innocent
And pure-hearted citizens
The fingers shall always point at us

Lift your head high and sing along
Beware of the creatures with horns
With no holy father or almighty lord
We shall not be ignored
Forget not that we have a heart
We, who are hated
Remember who created
Us who were born from the dark

Sing along and lift your head high
Misunderstood and up to no good
Never shall we die....

 
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