Isenburg - Isenburg lyrics

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We prospect the deepest seam, <br />

Crawling in the blackest holes.<br />

Obsessed by the treasures<br />

Of our holy ground.<br />

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Our fruits are made of stone, <br />

We extract from innermost.<br />

Our mountains bleed for us<br />

And so we defend this pact with our blood.<br />

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Walls of boundary from otherness<br />

Isenburg<br />

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Shelter for the brave<br />

Who fight for our home.<br />

Nightmare for those who presume<br />

To stain this ground.<br />

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Never surrender alive<br />

Nor leave this ground to enemy.<br />

Often threatened by rats, <br />

Originless bastards.<br />

Always had been defend<br />

By swords of infernal rage.<br />

Times may passing by<br />

But the sons of the pride years are still here.<br />

In arms we stand, reflecting the glorious days.