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.: B Barbarians Dawn Of Brotherhood
Dawn Of Brotherhood

Young altars of war, old columns, of eternal hate
Memories of pain, and, suffering.
The new sun illuminates this world
The warriors observe it while
It cancels the old presuppositions
Of the human brotherhood, fertility
Wisdom and honor crush the memories.

The hate still flows strong in his veins
The desire of revenge is too deep
Also energy, in their hands
Gods keep silent, men thinks, he remembers!

A supreme voice as a thunder
Rider lifts his hammer up to the sky
And announces that we are alive to fight
The brotherhood is not a gift but is a conquest
It keeps the wise man silent
While black, clouds in the sky
Darken, the splendid morning.

Too far is my sword, the dream is about to end
Living believing fighting until the end
Which doesn't have, to arrive.

The hate, still flows strong in his veins
Desire, of revenge is too deep
Also energy, in their hands
Gods keep silent, men thinks, he remembers!

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