Belief I

Those tormented by the demons in hell 

Shunned by the gods,

Exiled by the angles,

Rejected by society,

Tis I whom stands forth thou,

Leads thus army against the realms ,

Soon to be victors under mines command.

Shall we will lay hell upon the lands of those selfish.

Beseech I say,

 bless me with thou strength,

The strength of a thousand sought to be that of millions.

We shall reign victorious over those whom arrogant.

We shall torch the flames of war,

May thou feasts righteously in the spoils of war,

As swords drenched in the blood of vanquished rest on the ground.

You are chosen to chastise self claimed souls for their sins,

We shall cleanse vast lands from the heathens,

Claim our rightful place in this realm ,

Now tis I who asks to lend me your sword's and shields to fight against our foes,

As without war peace shall cease to exist.

Now march forth my warriors to the gates of heaven and seek of that's rightfully ours,

Make the gods witness the power of those not chose

n by god by chosen by thee.