Father, raise your sons   Not to prosper   But to be devoured in flame   For by the purging fires of war   They shall be judged in your place      Burn, the fires burn   Purge, the depth of our land   Burn, the fires burn   Purge, the depth of our land      Covenant sacred records   In the pages of our genes   The legacy of our kind   Unto our sons is given   When the purging fires meet   The last one on earth shall divine   Carry my son this vision   Bear the swords and keep the faith   Till the seed of our lives alight      Hearth fires burn in the   Depth of our land   Buried within our genes   Hatred of their kind      Covenant sacred records   In the pages of our genes   The legacy of our kind   Unto our sons is given   When the purging fires meet   The last one on earth shall divine   Carry my son this vision   Bear the swords and keep the faith   Till the seed of our lives alight      Hearth fires burn in the   Depth of our land   Buried within our genes   Hatred of their kind      So cast up an ensign   From depths of moldering graves   And show forth to the world   That this vision we share   Shall remain      Were it not for these records   Would our feats be denied?   We shall drink their blood   We shall war without end   To gain our fathers' rightful    Place of honor   Were it for these records   Would our feats be denied?      In our hearts the fire still it burns   Deep within our brow in our minds   Buried within our genes hatred of their kind   Hatred of their kind is the law