Hudson - The Falconer | Текст песни

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• Hudson
• The Falconer

Our land is no place for a family
Let alone a child
Since I was a young one
We've lived in exile

Stayed in hiding so as not to be revealed
We raised this falcon to catch our meals

With hundreds gathered here
All with one purpose that is clear
We'll use the falcon skills
To aid our band in the final kill