| After years of glory and peace,
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| And we lived with our Gods,
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| They came in the night to us,
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| Brought us the dead we lost our trust
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| They took ours to us believe
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| They destroyed our houses and fields
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| Men and children were tormented and killed
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| With a smile they raped our wives
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| For more than 10 years we live like slaves
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| Suppressed in the own country
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| Our Gods are so far away
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| There is no more hope we prayed and prayed
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| Only I could flee into the mountains
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| As the last member of the leaders
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| With my son on my side
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| And one hundred warriors
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| Chorus:
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| Clan of the Cross — you stole my land
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| Burned ground on which we live
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| Clan of the Cross — you took our believe
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| Burned skin decorate my body
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| Clan of Cross
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| You are hated
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| You are feared
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| But never recognized
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| II.
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| Thus we hid us in the mountains high
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| Over days and years ago
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| We lost the courage to live
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| And see our friends dying
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| Now the time, the time is came
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| In which we have to do something
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| We must raise the swords again
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| In order to go into the fight
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| My son convinced his soldiers soon
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| They are ready to go into war again
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| We prepare everything
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| To going back in our old land
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| Bridge:
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| We must bring our compatriots
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| To follow us in this fight
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| Death and pain will expect us
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| But in the end we all be united
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| Chorus:
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| Clan of the Cross — you stole my land
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| Burned ground on which we live
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| Clan of the Cross — you took our believe
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| Burned skin decorate my body
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| Clan of Cross
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| You are hated
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| You are feared
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| But never recognized |