Mora Prokaza - Running Tribe | Текст песни

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We are the beasts running through forests,
Forests of dirt, darkness and filth.
Our eyes are in flames of anger and fury
In the nighttime when the stars are spilt.

Power in hands is nothing but mirage,
The only that worth is mysanthropy.
We've got no more our own position,
The only our aim is to run and kill.

Our new tribe was created in ancientry,
Revitalized by medieval man.
We gave the hunters the blood to wash their hands
They've found us, reached and killed again.

This you can read in a Book of Power:
The soul of the Earth should be destroyed.
Enter the Abyss by passing the archway,
Rise over blood, ashes and bones.

We are the beasts running through forests,
We've got the aim, we've got our faith.
With us in the sky the wingspread gargoyle
To glorify this eternal chase.

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