Song of Vengeance

Our God has delivered our enemy into our hands

Multiplier of our dead… Destroyer of our lands

Our mothers have cried

Huge tears of bleeding sorrow

Mourned the pillaging of the sacredness

Of our innocence

Their tears sowed the crop

That our souls now reap

Our mothers mourned

Their dead while we danced

Chanting hymns to our long dead

Bled by the great destroyer

But on we danced

Trying to forget the hate

That ran in our veins

Until…

Our God delivered our enemy into our hands

Multiplier of our dead… Destroyer of our lands

We are born of hate

And we thrive by it

Toil we may away from this truth

But like the sure roots of the oak

We are tethered by our nature

We seek our foes

And where we find none, friends

And where we find none, deities

And where we find none, gods

Our God has delivered our enemy into our hands

Multiplier of our dead… Destroyer of our lands

Now we dance the dance of vengeance

Against he who made us dance

For the song of the owl

Is not heard when the sun lives

Brandishing weapons of vengeance

We dance with sure feet

Around the fire kindled by kindred hatred

Screaming in ululations

Because…

Our God has delivered our enemy into our hands

Multiplier of our dead… Destroyer of our lands

Blessed be…

Our God in all his splendour

Our protector and benefactor

The one that caused the Brook

To bubble with food and fish, look

And praise his works, mighty one

The only one above the sun

Blessed be…

Priest and messenger to our Lord

The face of the unknown we can afford

He who dines with the spirits

We hail thee… For this kindness

We who have not slept thank you

We who deny rest praise you

My God has delivered my enemy into mybhands

Multiplier of my dead… Destroyer of my lands

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