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I heard a leaves whisper |
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In the cold autumn fores |
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When we were standing near |
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The bonfire and we were |
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Crossing our swords |
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Over its flame |
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I heard a peals of thunder |
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In the evening twilights |
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I saw a dying sun |
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Changing by |
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Silver moonlight... [repeat] |
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For Dying! |
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For Crying! |
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For Native |
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Land! For |
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Profaned Fate! |
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Damned cross like a black shadow |
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Has came to my |
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Land Everybody under this shadow either starts to lie or die... |
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But better die standing with proudly holding up head |
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Than live kneeling with the mask of hypocrisy... |
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I heard peals of thunder |
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In the evening twilights |
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Z I saw a dying sun |
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Changing by the silver moonlight |
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Wind brought to my earing |
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Wolf's wailing, lone and yearning |
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It was early in the morning |
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When I was sitting by the purling stream |
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And I was thinking...of my nation |
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Suddenly I heard the summon "Time, Brothers! It's our time!" |
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We were straddling our horses |
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And we were to take |
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Our swears into |
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Reality.... |
