We have nothing. No god nor ruler.
Our god is blood.
Snow storms swiveled the mounts,
Gone are the forests, hills and rocks.
We had no mother, no home
We moved our blood from place to place.
We have nothing.
No god nor ruler.
Our god is blood.
Bloomed the graveyards and mountains,
Winds spilled dawns over the hills:
there's no mother, nor a home, for us
nor congress, nor kids.
All we have left is blood.
Hey.
That's our frightening pride.
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