Father, raise your sons

Not to prosper

But to be devoured in flame

For by the purging fires of war

They shall be judged in your place



Burn, the fires burn

Purge, the depth of our land

Burn, the fires burn

Purge, the depth of our land



Covenant sacred records

In the pages of our genes

The legacy of our kind

Unto our sons is given

When the purging fires meet

The last one on earth shall divine

Carry my son this vision

Bear the swords and keep the faith

Till the seed of our lives alight



Hearth fires burn in the

Depth of our land

Buried within our genes

Hatred of their kind



Covenant sacred records

In the pages of our genes

The legacy of our kind

Unto our sons is given

When the purging fires meet

The last one on earth shall divine

Carry my son this vision

Bear the swords and keep the faith

Till the seed of our lives alight



Hearth fires burn in the

Depth of our land

Buried within our genes

Hatred of their kind



So cast up an ensign

From depths of moldering graves

And show forth to the world

That this vision we share

Shall remain



Were it not for these records

Would our feats be denied?

We shall drink their blood

We shall war without end

To gain our fathers' rightful

Place of honor

Were it for these records

Would our feats be denied?



In our hearts the fire still it burns

Deep within our brow in our minds

Buried within our genes hatred of their kind

Hatred of their kind is the law