Текст песни Lord Wind - Pagan Holocaust
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Our country was coldOur country has been always coldIt was getting warmerWhen we were burning those who had comeCarrying gold crosses around their necksWith clamorous stories about their white godOur country was fierceOur country was fulfilled with crueltyThat was riped to harvestingLike a gold come during the cloudy summertimeBut we had our own lawsThat were unfey the lightIn the darkness of timesGiven by the godsWho had lived in deepDence forests with usOur land was our homeWhich splendid had fadedBrother and sister had parishedSpirits had hidden themselves in darkest shawsThe days of bitter oblivion had comeLong days of ruth and sadnessAnd only wind and the moonAnd only trees and stonesRemember those long wintersAnd people among snowOf brave heartsAnd warm bloodTheir war douresTheir women, brave and beatifulTheir dreamsThey went away and they will never return...