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Stand Strong
Allegations of wrong
Linger upon spiteful tongues
Cursing the ways
For the pwer they've rung
We cling to the ancient
The truth of our past
We here not the rumors
Nor fear the stones they cast
Free to our lifelong
Pursuit of an end
We worship our gods
Who we'll die to defend
You cannot be wrong
In what you believe
Faith is the mountain
Where I'll plant a seed
To grow and encompass
All of this land
To bring in more followers
And make our last stand. |