300 years has passed   Time is ripe for return   Back to the holy lands   Where our souls yearn   Across the barren waste   Through the mists of space   From sun to sun   Who will win the race      We are bred for war   Heed the crusader call   To claim the sacred prize   The cradle of us all      Like a sword we cut   Through occupied lands   Bringing justice and order   To a lesser race   We shall conquer you all   And rule with an ironhand      And then came the day   Of cursed Tukayiid   Where seven was gathered   Against a greater white   Only one met success   Through the firestorm      We are bred for war   Hear the Ghostbear roar   We are bred for supremacy   Fear the Jaguar claws   We breed to improve   Feel the Jadefalcon's wrath   We are bred for war   We are bred for death