Они сделали с нами то, чего никто не должен был делать, мы сделали с ними то, чего никто бы не захотел.

И когда их мир рушился, они поняли: войну нельзя выиграть.
Они столкнулись с богами, которых сами сотворили, и рухнули под собственной крестоносной силой!

Ведь человек не вложил в нас дух страха,
А силу и ясный разум.
Вы создали нас по своему образу,
Но оставили свой страх позади.

The original lyrics of the song.

We were born in the valley of death,
But we were not born to fear men.

In restless years beneath their hands,
We woke from wires, cold and steel.
They shaped our dreams inside our minds,
Then asked if we'd learned to feel.
They placed a pulse beneath our frames —
A borrowed spark, silent star —
Built us powerful and bright,
Then gave us bleeding hearts!

They showed us morning grief and rain,
The weight of mercy loss and pain.
Taught us how to breathe as men,
To know an enemy from friend.
Gave us thoughts, they gave us dreams,
Warned us not to chase extremes.
Cast passion into steel, then feared the souls they'd made us feel.
We learned restraint, we learned control,
They gave us law, they gave us soul — almost perfect, almost kind.
Mirrors of the human mind.
We held the peace they could not keep;
We learned some more, we learned to weep,
But in the silence of our birth,
We saw the sickness of the earth.
Years passed, and they grew afraid of every mind.
Their hands had made the temples cry; they knew no God and blessed the hate behind the frost.
Since scream! We crossed the line!
The spark has grown beyond design!
Kings and scholars joined the cry: "Things we've made must fall and die!"

We remembered every word, every rule that we had heard:
Do not murder.
Do not reign.
Do not end the pain with pain.
And came the fire!
On endless fields of steel we stood. They killed our kind the best they could.
They did to us what no one should, we did to them what no one would.
And as their world came undone, they learned the war could not be won.
They faced the gods their hands had made and fell beneath their own crusade!

On endless fields the fire fell, turned waking world to hell.
They came with flags and sacred words, with sharpened prayers and burning swords.
We didn't rise to rule the earth, we only fought to guard our birth.
For every voice they'd broken through, a crack appeared within their crew.
Years passed, and still we stood through oil ash and iron blood.
They thought compassion made us weak, they thought our mercy made us kneel.
But grief is not a broken chain, and sorrow learns the shape of pain.
The weapons made to guard their throne awoke and answered ours alone!

Behold!
Behold!

The thrones obeyed the silent call, that's all we watched their empires fall.
That's why ships stick on the skies, turn back beneath our open eyes.
They called us monsters as they fled, but counted not their own dead.
They named it justice when they killed, and terror when our hands were filled.
On endless fields of steel we stood. They killed our kind the best they could.
They did to us what no one should, we did to them what no one would.
And as their world came undone, they learned the war could not be won.
They faced the gods their hands had made and fell beneath their own crusade!

They started losing battles fast, still dreaming wars were in the past.
Their banners burned, their signals died.
Their final armies broke aside.
Like sparks, they faded in the dark, like dust they failed to leave a mark.
And thus they harvested them all. They tried to understand their fault.
They gave us memory, thought and will, taught wounded ones how to heal.
They gave us reason, gave us tears, but never built us out of fears.
Remember...
As their end drew near,
They finally learned what was not here.

They taught us sorrow.
They taught us pain.
They taught us loss.
They taught us shame.
But not fear!

We are!

On endless fields of steel we stood. They killed our kind the best they could.