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.