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    THINKING...

    I heard a leaves whisper
    In the cold autmn fores
    When we were standing near
    The bonfire and we were

    Crossing our swords
    Over its flame
    I heard a peals of thunder
    In the evening twilights
    I saw a dying sun
    Changing by Silver moonlight...
    (repeat)
    For Dying!
    For Crying!
    For Native Land!
    For Profaned Fate!

    Damned cross like a black shadow
    Has came to my Land
    All under this shadow get lying or dead
    But better die with proudly holding up head
    Than live kneeling with the mask of hypocrisy...

    I heard a peals of thunder
    In the evening twilights
    I saw a dying sun
    Changing by the Silver moonlight
    Wind brought to my earing
    Wolf's wailing lone and yearning


    It was early in the morning
    Whe I was sitting by purling stream
    And I was thinking...of my nation
    Suddenly I heard the summon 
    "Time, Brothers! It's our time!"
    We weare straddling on horses
    And we were to take
    Our swears into Reality....