The most recent invaders are fading from memory
But as the technology of man advances
More are bound to find our valley again
And we are bound with the fate of this place
For better or worse
A sect, ancient and secretive
They believe themselves to be doing the work of God
The work of God
For better or worse
The work of God
Even that wasn't enough
They captured our people
Took children from their mothers to work as slaves
Anyone who survived those days
Has stories to tell
Your body may die
Torn limb from limb
For your soul is eternal
And free of pain
We have at last found the ancient formula
And again we wield the war fire
The work of God
The secret of war fire
The work of God