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I sent black birds to the sky |
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I set a sign for my hate |
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To darken the day |
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To beat back the light [repeat] |
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Winds storm above this wasteland |
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A first flickering of rage |
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Dark clouds keep me sheltered |
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Don't move before moonrise |
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Don't move before moonrise |
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We gather in the name of our pagan ancestors |
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The teutonic spirit burns in our hearts |
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What once was ours will be taken back |
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Rising our tribe like the upcoming winter-age |
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Upcoming winter-age |
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Like in the ancient days |
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We honour the cryptic place |
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Where we receive our visions |
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Was christian blood sacrificed |