Sins of the Fathers

And so at last, the child has come,

Bearing past sins, passed from father to son.

Destruction, debasement, your forefathers' shame,

Your heritage dark, you seek to reclaim.

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You may not name bear, those who committed past crimes,

But some sins are eternal, not erased by time.

Still destruction you seek, your own kind you slay,

Just like your forefathers, in all the same ways.

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Our voice is eternal, our will is of peace.

From the fire and bloodshed we offer release.

But enter my realm, my foe so depraved,

The dead line the path, and wide is the grave.