Take your side 'cause tribes divide between robes and powers. Brave or bleed, or the weak will die, for the sake of pride Whisper sigh; shade the light of the rising fight. Cold-in brings voices battle cries; So, robes you'll hides - you decide, you decide. Steal-away, feel the wave of the crimson stain. Raise your worn-tattered flag you made from the robe you betrayed, you betrayed. You've always been fallin' behind. repeat x6