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We Drink of Our Fathers CupHail!A sermon made flesh Wrought by iron and blood, raise our torches to burn our path To achieve the ends, the ancients revel in their graves, we drink of our fathers cup, we hold fast to our beliefs, in these days we build a new stronghold, a pillar of the elite. |