Three sides, three truths, three variants.

[The Savage]

Republican version
Age of Transgression

We drink to our youth, for the days come and gone,
For the age of transgression is just about done.
We'll drive out the Exiles and restore what we own,
With our blood and our steel we will defend our home.

Down with Sakura, and her treacherous wing,
On the day of your death we will drink and we'll sing.

We were born in Republic and we fight all our lives,
And when One Heaven beckons, every one of us dies!
But this space is ours and we'll see it wiped clean,
Of the scourge that has sullied our freedoms and dreams.

Down with Sakura, and her treacherous wing,
On the day of your death we will drink and we'll sing.

We were born in Republic and we fight all our lives,
And when One Heaven beckons, every one of us dies!

We drink to our youth, for the days come and gone,
For the age of transgression is just about done.

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Imperial version
Age of Rejection

We drink to our youth, for the days come and gone,
For the age of rejection is just about done.
We'll drive out Republic and restore what we own,
With our blood and our steel we will take back our home.

Down with puppets, and their Gallic king,
On the day of your death we will drink and we'll sing.

We're the children of True Throne and we fight all our lives,
And when Tenno beckons, every one of us dies!
But this space is ours and we'll see it wiped clean,
Of the scourge that has sullied our traditions and dreams.

Down with puppets, and their Gallic king,
On the day of your death we will drink and we'll sing.

We're the children of True Throne and we fight all our lives,
And when Tenno beckons, every one of us dies!

We drink to our youth, for the days come and gone,
For the age of transgression is just about done.

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Blood Dragon version
Age of Reclaimers

We drink to our youth, for the days come and gone,
For the age of reclaimers is just about done.
We'll drive out false leaders and restore what we own,
With our blood and our steel we will take back our home.

Death to Republic and Empire we bring
On the day of your deaths we will drink and we'll sing.

We're the true sons of North Lands and we fight all our lives,
And when Seventh Hell beckons, every one of us dies!
But this space is ours and we'll see it wiped clean,
Of the scourge that has sullied our truth and rights.

Death to Republic and Empire we bring
On the day of your deaths we will drink and we'll sing.

We're the true sons of North Lands and we fight all our lives,
And when Seventh Hell beckons, every one of us dies!

We drink to our youth, for the days come and gone,
For the age of reclaimers is just about done.