The Moon Lay Hidden Beneath a Cloud - XX (Amara Tanta Tyri)

We are the one who has the right
To put the enemy to flight
We teach you youngsters how to fight
When hatred lightens up your nights
We humble them with deep despite
And make a mocking of their fright
We are to gird our armour tight
Our warcraft brings us great delight

We are what you fear
And 't is what you'll hear
We will smash our spear
And get your rows clear
We'll press you to tears
In using our rear
We are tough like steers
As this is our year

We play with you this nasty game
For it is you who is to blame
We are the one who sets the frame
So there's no need for you to claim
We will our victory proclaim
And you will have to do the same
We put the rest of you in flame
So you will get to know our name

This is the last take
We'll clear up your fake
Fix you to the stake
There you will will break
And then for our sake
Leave you to the wake
Your land we will rake
Get it to the quake