Hunting Season - Blood River | Текст песни

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With bravery, faith and our bare hand, from dust we build our beloved land, we suffered, bled and died for it, so that our children might inherit.

But then a dark force came along, they sang a liberation-song, with fists held high in support of violence, they raid, steal, kill and condemn us to silence.

Blood River is calling, can you hear us cry, the ghosts of our fallen heroes plead to the sky, redeem our name and avenge this intistice, return our heritage to the right cous, blood river speaks to me!

Driven by jealousy, hate and animosity, then smite on forefather´s glory spitefully, out munbered, forgotten we had to surrender, our beloded home we had to hand over,

But then a dark force came along, they sang a liberation-song, with fists held high in support of violence, they raid, steal, kill and condemn us to silence.

Blood River is calling, can you hear us cry, the ghosts of our fallen heroes plead to the sky, redeem our name and avenge this intistice, return our heritage to the right cous, blood river speaks to me!

By popular demand our memories where shunt, the more we sacrifice, the more they want, our past grandeur by false tonguces stained, forced to abandon our ownfatherland.

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