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Our production is calling on the hunt

crushing the dried flowers, we do not remember their name
bird spread its wings again, they are not afraid of the distance

and requests without prayer does not save sinners soul
only the desire of the new battle will make the entire world our best

stepping over the bodies of the mountain we exceed any limit.
so as not to turn into a herd of sheep, the wolf should be new blood

in a cell will not tolerate humiliation, retaliation arrows to fight.
there behind the wall where the dawn was engaged, hunter victim tired of waiting
the body burns a flame of passion in our hearts in the power of hunting
vozmediya arrows flying to the target, they do not come back.

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