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




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