| In Times that past they set the stone to reach the crown conquer the throne, pain submersed in innocent blood. | |
| The wars of cultures in the mud | |
| Striving for power in past days increasing influence lead to decays | |
| All that's left are broken bounds sabred down freedom's head | |
| You took their blood, You took their souls You took their pride you took their children | |
| Burning bridges between brothers torn apart by written letters expropriation of the unborn, generations to the chains | |
| Striving for power in past days increasing influence lead to decays | |
| All that's left are broken bounds sabred down freedom's head | |
| You took their blood, You took their souls You took their pride you took their children | |
| You - took - their - blood | |
| This is a call to arms | |
| Sabred down freedom's head | |
| You - took - their - blood |