,The forest green, by flames of hate, was rent
.Now, crimson blood alone cannot content
,They long for skies and waters deep and wide
.Thus seek to shackle heaven's boundless tide
,Upon the hills enraged, their anger steeps
.Riding on the phoenix, fresh breath it keeps
,Now, this the final battle, no retreat
.The angry spirits rise, blood's taste is bittersweet
,The sky, in chains, bereft of breath, it waits
.For our arrival at the pearly gates
,Where are you now? Buried 'neath the sod
?Are you still, tongue tied, by silent nod
,No time remains, the sky won't be confined
.To this tainted earth, to chains that bind
,This land, proud drinker of blood, must cease
.Our graveyard alone it shall not be, in peace
,If cries are not heard, if phoenix fails to rise
.No obstacle can shroud the darkening skies
,The heavens are our own, our final rest
.In victory's hour, life anew, we're blessed
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