I hear the voice, my land is calling me, and that call is enemy's sword in the heart
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Murmur of the oaks and moans of the forests, screams of the rivers, and weeping of the streams
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And a dumb look of the lakes so green, is bringing the news of my enemies to me.
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Black are their clothes, greedy are their beasts-like looks
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They have the law of sword, they have the fight of blood
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My Land, let me ease your pain, let me give you strength
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The forest is embraced with wrathful noise, and I can see the ray of your dawn
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With sun it shall gleam on the steel, when it's time for war.
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The Call Of My Land
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| Astrofaes |
