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 Tukayiid

where seven was gathered

against a greater white

only one met success

through the firestorm



We are bred for war

hear the Ghostbear roar

we are bred for supremacy

fear the jaguar claws

we breed to improve

feel the Jadefalcons wrath

we are bred for war

we are bred for death