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Calling from the Past

I'm flying up through eternity on

Wings of night, my heart is burning

And past is screaming

The moon is lightening spearhead

Of my power pagan fire surrounds

My soul, flowing through the mist,

I reveal primal times

I hear my brothers distant shout,

I can hear dull sound of war

I saw my fathers tears, pain, so now

I have my aim nostalgia suckles me.

It's time to fight, my enemies will die.

Truth will shine for ever and

Hypocrisies servants will fall down

I'm hunting with a pack as my brother wolf,

Their fear and pain are my appeasement

Causing fear got I blind, black night

Surrounds my thoughts born from

The truth, I'm flying, rising so high…

So near, silver and grey mists

Are above my conscience fever , which burns

My soul is also killing my consciousness