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The old is fire the ture is blood
Men never resting but battle of greed
Here we stand as high as honor
No song so sweet
None is fierce as not honor
Beware of our sting
Our sun shine bright
Sharp is all men blades
The proud ones are free
By day nor night ever vigilant

he old is fire the ture is blood
Men never resting but battle of greed
Here we stand as high as honor
No song so sweet
None is fierce as not honor
Beware of our sting
Our sun shine bright
Sharp is all men blades
The proud ones are free
By day nor night ever vigilant
When all is darkest we ligth
Bounty behold me
Deep are our sin grow
It go up and come down
Growing strong
Some sow some do not sow
Our work our will
Dutiful is rich ones
Our deed are set
strength is wisdom
wisdom is not strength
Let it be written
If of it is not it of if
Roar are big men cry are small men
Rival is my mind not you
Unbent awake our fury
Rouse not my time and touch me not