[Dedicated to all those brave ones, betrayed by leaving the Grand]
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[Civilization in the hands of a fake God; the Byzantine empire.]
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Riders cross the raging firetongues
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As the cannons shot the grandstone
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The ghost of past is here to stay
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And the kingdome will surrounding with visions
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Of the empire, it's failing, by blood and fire
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Bloodbath; as heads falling with no voice
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The war knight is here, risen from the mountains across
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_HE POLIC EALO_
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By steel and stonethrowers arrives the end
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As the sky turns dim and the ground red
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"_Eleeson emas, Eleeson emas
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O esu upsiste megaloduname krite_"
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Where is he now, should you call him once more?
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Baptised in "holy" water once, now in your own blood
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"_Egennetheto to thelema son
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...egennetheto he sfage_"
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As the sirens singing, the conquerors' victory upon
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The broken faith of the ones who believed in their
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"Glorious", "merciful" "God"
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Alone now, fight, kill, defend your own
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Forget the lies and stand brave upon the carcasses
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Of your precious, doomed children
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_He Polic Ealo_ (Odious)
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