For our creator we will fight for what is rightfully ours
Defending our home and our way from these treasonous heretics
Oh virtuous leader please grant us victory!
Virtuous leader please! Victory! Victory!
Divine leader save us from thee
Thirty years of war
Twelve beautiful nations buried
A sovereign state begins
The peasant’s screams forgotten
Lords of splendor drenched in sin
The court smiles as their fanciful tendencies are unaffected by what rages far away
Divine right of the monarch hinges upon our survival
Continuing the traditions of our ancestors
Mercenaries drain our homeland, our way of life
Merging factions spell out our demise
A prophecy not foretold but made, by the powers of man in the wake of a glorious revolution
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