Three centuries of hopeless battles
Trying to bring the flag up again
Countless encounter with countless war mongers
Blood has shed with despair of upbringing

Now the dead has awaken with spikes in their gauntlets
Black as ever now it’s time to retaliate
Riding from the forests of Ifugao
Sweeping everyone with their mighty power

Covered with black fogs as they rode down to kill
No prisoners will be left in this thrill for the kill
Thirsty of blood and lusts for the heads
Retaliation commenced by the dead

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