Following The Voice Of Blood In my bloody hands I sway the flag of my
Folk, my blood bubbles with rage and hatred.I know who I am and I know
my destiny, I know who is my brother and who is my enemy, today is a
good day to die... Shed blood cools on the battlefield, blood of my
ancestors. They knew that their acts were proper and good, they died
defending their lands and towns. They were not afraid of death or
pain, but they were afraid that someone could name them cowards. Gods
were pleased with their victories, took their sacrifices and protected
them and showed the mysterious paths of life and death, destiny and
victory. My ancestors walked these paths with pride and courage
marking them by the blood. In my bloody hands I sway the flag of my
Folk and walk the way of my ancestors, the paths of their brave
acts... the paths that are forgotten today by many asleep people by
fallacious realm of happiness and peace. Their hearts are poisoned by
poison of judeo-christian pseudo values. If they do not wake up their
Folk will die. The enemies of my Folk will have to die. Their blood
will be shed on my hands... Gods will take the sacrifice. The time of
fight is coming. The time when one will have to shed his blood during
the battle. When this day comes, as in the past, the fiery chariots
will come across the lands carrying death and destruction. Let the
horns and drums rouse us to fight, soon the flocks of black crows will
eat the dead bodies of our foes.
We dedicate this album to all the people who still walk the true ways
of our ancestors, who are faithful to laws and customs of the Folk,
who are not afraid of standing at confines of the freedom of culture
and belief, who stand against tremadous power of our enemies, who want
to destroy our will to fight an
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