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• Artiste: Lord Wind
• Titre: Pagan Holocaust
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Our country was cold Our country has been always cold It was getting warmer When we were burning those who had come Carrying gold crosses around their necks With clamorous stories about their white god Our country was fierce Our country was fulfilled with cruelty That was riped to harvesting Like a gold come during the cloudy summertime But we had our own laws That were unfey the light In the darkness of times Given by the gods Who had lived in deep Dence forests with us Our land was our home Which splendid had faded Brother and sister had parished Spirits had hidden themselves in darkest shaws The days of bitter oblivion had come Long days of ruth and sadness And only wind and the moon And only trees and stones Remember those long winters And people among snow Of brave hearts And warm blood Their war doures Their women, brave and beatiful Their dreams They went away and they will never return...