For our creator we will fight for what is rightfully ours Defending our home and our way from these treasonous heretics Oh virtuous leader please grant us victory! Virtuous leader please! Victory! Victory! Divine leader save us from thee Thirty years of war Twelve beautiful nations buried A sovereign state begins The peasant's screams forgotten Lords of splendor drenched in sin The court smiles as their fanciful tendencies are unaffected by what rages far away Divine right of the monarch hinges upon our survival Continuing the traditions of our ancestors Mercenaries drain our homeland, our way of life Merging factions spell out our demise A prophecy not foretold but made, by the powers of man in the wake of a glorious revolution BaroqueNeo ClassicalDeath MetalTech Death