Lyrics:

300 years has passed time is ripe for return back to the holy lands where our souls yearn across the barren waste through the mists of space from sun to sun who will win the race We are bred for war heed the crusader call to claim the sacred prize the cradle of us all Like a sword we cut through occupied lands bringing justice and order to a lesser race we shall conquer you all and rule with an iron hand And then came the day of cursed Tukayiid where seven was gathered against a greater white only one met success through the firestorm We are bred for war hear the Ghostbear roar we are bred for supremacy fear the jaguar claws we breed to improve feel the Jadefalcons wrath we are bred for war we are bred for death