Who belts the war cry
We stoke the fires and pray to
Pagan Gods
In pursuit of power
At the mercy of mother Earth
Scalping friends and foes indifferently
Savages in a savage land of make believe
The faces on the totem
Resemble man
Not beast
We mourn for the lost
And regret what was given
The only true power lies
In our unity
To oust an evil corrupt
Latched on at the foundation of
Existence
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