My name legion for we are many, long knives pointed to necks, fierce sparrowhawks, thundering wings, sprinkle the fields with corrupt blood.
Our herds drink blood, their horns adorned with human eyes. We are many, thousands against one, blades and knifes, sisters and brothers.
Our pasture, lions and wolves, ravenous lynx eat newborns. Ancient inscriptions, in dark caves, show us almost forgotten paths.
A tree wishpers pagan chasm, and finally my hate rests. Soldiers of wind and of the bright morning, the mist, our bride.
Indigo is our law, the wind shows us the way. Armor made by brembles, sharp claws, the wind shows us the way.
Arise, brothers, the enemy approaches, let's tighten in circles on the last hour. Legion of the wind and of the bright morning, for Thule unconquered, our home.
Indigo is our law, the wind shows us the way. Armor made by brembles, sharp claws, the wind shows us the way.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
