Abigor The Rising Of Our Tribe текст песни, слова песни The Rising Of Our Tribe Abigor
Abigor - The Rising Of Our Tribe
I set a sign for my hate
To darken the day
To beat back the light
(repeat)
Winds storm above this wasteland
A first flickering of rage
Dark clouds keep me sheltered
Don't move before moonrise
Don't move before moonrise
We gather in the name of our pagan ancestors
The teutonic spirit burns in our hearts
What once was ours will be taken back
Rising our tribe like the upcoming winter-age
Upcoming winter-age
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