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My son, since your seeds were swon |
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And the rains of the Autumn got you wet |
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Into the deep roots of your mother earth |
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My words patiently awaited to guide you |
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Through journeys of years that starts with every dawn |
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I want my words to teach you the essence of us all |
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An ancient spirit flows in our veins |
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Arose from beyond and too from before |
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From a tear of the river and a whisper of the ancient winds |
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Twenty winters your eyes have seen |
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Years to forget, years of raw wars |
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Only finding the peace on your nocturnal walks |
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Through the woods of me, your fatherland |
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Heir of the celtiberian lands, cursed in the name of 'em all |
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They found you in the forest, alone, with your sword |
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Kissing the grass and howling with the wolves |
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And mercyless, they stained the ground |
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With your youth and your red blood that night |
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And I, encouraged, still bringing the rains to cry |
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I can remind your screams of fear and pain |
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When alone, before them you tried to die don't lose your pride |
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Oh Fatherland... soon I will be one with you |
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Oh Mother earth... I leave this world upon your domains |
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Your death won't be in vain |
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There will always be remind the name of the one who shall be avenge |
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REVENGE! |
