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Preserved by time, our entire heritage has been defiled
the times are ahead when man finds lost wisdom
there stands our monument of faith
We remember the times of our golden age, seek to remove our old ways
Those that crush the roots of blood, our entire heritage has been defiled, those that crush the roots of blood
the times are ahead when man finds lost wisdom
in an age where pride has withered
in an age where pride has withered
We remember the times of our golden age, there stands our monument of faith
Those that crush the roots of blood, our entire heritage has been defiled
in an age where pride has withered
not by touch
Not by touch, not by touch, those that crush the roots of blood
Those that crush the roots of blood, those that crush the roots of blood That, seek to remove our old ways
And in this new age of darkness, those that crush the roots of blood Roots, the times are ahead when man finds lost wisdom
Not by touch, we remember the times of our golden age
Seek to remove our old ways, figures carved in neolithic stone, there stands our monument of faith
Those that crush the roots of blood, our entire heritage has been defiled
Burial mound of the fallen, homage to the ones who died in fight
Those that crush the roots of blood, those that crush the roots of blood
Not by touch, and those without diligence shall pay with their blood
Birth of our true land, stone of the white horse Those, to create a path for false gods and prophets
Those that crush the roots of blood, birth of our true land
Our entire heritage has been defiled, our entire heritage has been defiled, shall burn in flame as elder days
those that crush the roots of blood
birth of our true land
those that crush the roots of blood
and those without diligence shall pay with their blood
And in this new age of darkness, those that crush the roots of blood
we remember the times of our golden age
Preserved by time, homage to the ones who died in fight Blood, there stands our monument of faith
To create a path for false gods and prophets, not by touch, those that crush the roots of blood
destroying our identity
To create a path for false gods and prophets, stone of the white horse
Destroying our identity, our entire heritage has been defiled
shall burn in flame as elder days
those that crush the roots of blood