(Hidden Bonus Track)

"Swords, in hands, at the bloody fields of history
We rend, our blades, through dogma and humility
Carve the future, according to our will
Set worlds ablaze, with our seething fire
Let you all acknowledge, that we are here
As masters [bad word]  this flaming humanity
Our beings formed, in rage and defiance
With strength to trample, the weak and the foolish
And so we march, with burning brants
Temples of flame, on our path to glory."