Текст песни Abigor - 4 - The Rising Of Our Tribe

4. The Rising Of Our Tribe

I sent black birds to the sky
I set a sign for my hate
To darken the day To beat back the light

Winds storm above this wasteland
A first flickering of rage
Dark clouds keep me sheltered
Do not move before moonrise
Do not move before moonrise

We gather in the name of our pagan ancestors
The teutonic spirit burns in our hearts
What once was ours will be taken back
Rising our tribe like the upcoming winter-age
Upcoming winter-age Like in the ancient days
We honour the cryptic place
Where we receive our visions
Was christian blood sacrificed

& quot; Sunrise our troops & quot;

I sent black birds in the sky
I put a sign of my hatred
To darken the day
To chase the light
Winds of the storm over this desert
Ground clearance rage
Dark clouds leave me in the shelter
No go until the moon shines
No go until the moon shines
We have gathered the elders voimya nashyh
Tavtonsky spirit burns in the hearts of nashyh
Odnazhny what was ours, we 'll take
Rise of our troops as the approaching winter era
The approaching winter era
Just like old times
We honor the mysterious place
Where we get our vision
Where was the blood donated herstyan