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Warm blood flows free
when the north meets the east
holy battle without Christians
without educated priests

Crushed bones everywhere
smell of blood fills the air
northern men against the east
death means nothing
nothing is real

Fight is over in the night
no one left to stand
behind the life
morning comes with rising sun
with sunrise of doom

Black birds fly in the air
claws of jackals tear
pieces of the dead
somewhere in the east
sound the holy words of
the peace…
… and mind,
spirit of the secret time…
… time …

Somewhere far away in the snow-white
northern side
old woman waits for her man
tears flow to her
wrinkled hand

“Oh, gods of the north:
take my hands
take my tears
take pain of my soul
take pain of my soul”

Black birds fly in the air
green snake eats its tail
morning comes with cold cold sun
in the snow-white northern side

Wind is blowing, jackals crawling
carrying the tales of bones
bring it to me, bring the bones
bring the peace of the new world…

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