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
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[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
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The Rising Of Our Tribe
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| Abigor |
