How we pray to the ancients for vengeance, we ask for one last fighting chance
Let us break these chains of enslavement our
free hands deliver judgement
God of the bleeding sphere called Mars, open the gates let your armies harge
Fill this gorge of war
with the blood of our captors, the touch of spear and axe fills our hearts with rapture
The opening of the cosmic war has
begun
This is the last battle between gods and men
How we pray to the ancients for vengeance, we ask for one last fighting
chance
Let us break these chains of enslavement our free hands deliver judgement
God of the bleeding sphere called Mars, open the
gates let your armies harge
Fill this gorge of war with the blood of our captors, the touch of spear and axe fills our hearts with
rapture
The opening of the cosmic war has begun
This is the last battle between gods and men
"We have arisen as Horus and
sit down as Ptah
We are strong as Thoth and mighty as Atum
We speak with our mouths in order to seek out our foe
They have
been given to us and shall not be taken from us"
[Taken from The ancient Egyptian Book of the Dead:
Spell 11: "Spell for going out
against a foe in the realm of the dead"]
The wrath of the gods is inspired by the shedding of our blood
Invoke the violence of
the ancients by the rape of our women
Upon the throne of genocide we are seated built with the blood of the defeated
The inhumanity
of man against man is beyond belief