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The song that sings as the wind as storm |
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It hurts the soul, it takes my heart away |
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Was our lands given up surrendered to the foe |
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Was our kin exterminated extirpated |
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Our noble ancestors lived by the laws of the gods |
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Is the true faith of fathers now forgotten |
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But I do believe the new era of swords shall arise |
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While we suffer our enemies would laugh |
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By blood, by honour, by revenge, by force |
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I swear we shall put an end to it |
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The clang of breaking chains is the new era of swords |
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Z.O.G. rules among the nations |
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The world is full of falsity and lies, they buy all the world |
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That do belong to higher race, they march across the lands |
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That do belong to us, they preach eternal peace |
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But they prepare for war, for war without honour |
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For war without rules |
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Where honest swords do not sing their song |
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But stabs in back are welcomed more |
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Our race has risen up towards the sky |
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Has reached the very depth of seas |
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But no one cares about it anymore |
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For the degenerates took laurels and rule |
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Gods fathers wake up from your sleep |
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Now we shall sharpen our old and rusted swords |
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No matter if we'll die in the flames of fight |
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We shall not surrenders our fatherlands |
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But I do believe new era of the swords shall rise |
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The deeds of fathers still live in our veins |
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By blood, by honour |
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By revenge, by force |
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I swear our kin shall not die |
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The clang of breaking chains is the new era of swords |