| Once long ago
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| Guiding them across the open steppe
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| On their land the sun god rose and set
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| They ran and rode like the wind
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| Their hearts and future open wide
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| As free children of the earth and sky
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| Brothers rise and greet the pagan sun
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| So long forgotten in the darkness
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| Now, praise the resurrected gods
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| Awakened from their age of silence
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| Then the enemy arrived
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| Bringing death and plague in their stride
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| The shadow of the cross spread far and wide
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| Now the destruction complete
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| Reign of old cultures obsolete
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| Waiting for centuries to be reborn
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| Just like the children of the plains
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| So long ago, so far away
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| Our forefathers shared the same forgotten pain
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| But now the silence will end
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| As the pagan sun rises again
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| Our ancient wounds opened again
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| Crying to the winds for revenge
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| A 1000 lakes
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| A 1000 tears
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| Unspoken for a 1000 years
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| Our scars have been buried deep inside
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| Anger took so long to ignite
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| And wash away the North Star’s pain
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| As the pagan sun rises again |