Bring us back to the bleak upland Under an evil spell we fall down Carrying out a burden from the ancient homeland Tearing the wall down the wicked valley….uoooh… A standstill raising again from subsoil Pouring the bodies with social fake stories Running away , there is no time for hopes You take this path or you will be no longer alive… Signs….grief….fire …into the half light
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