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Tvangeste - Raven (Under The Raven's Black Wings)
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Текст песни Tvangeste - Raven (Under The Raven's Black Wings)
Under the Raven's black wings 
The winds [bad word] wrath [bad word] and calling 
Troubling the heads of sleeping trees 
The moonlight flashes of the blinding hope in the birds' eyes. 
The raven in the moon's eyes is as black as a wound 
Under the black raven's wings 

The heated battle rages on mercilessly 
Shooting a myriad of arrows into the sky 
Breaking spears on the steel armor 
Pushing masses of corpses on the ground. 
Breaking into the twilight, cry, clang of iron 
And stamping of the hooves, shaking the earth, 
Saturating earth with the proud blood of warriors. 
The swords shatter human lives, 
The steel was shining and the air was getting hot 
From the menacing breath of people's wrath. 

And through the countless hordes of enemies 
Dripping drops of life on the way 
Through the dirt of Christ servants' rows 
Leaving the funeral fires behind 
Moving apart those who came to give death 
The warriors of free nation are stepping firm 
On the native land, pushing away the unwanted 
Paving the way to the victory with blood. 
My life is flowing through the veins of trees

My love blossoms in the field 
My faith is breathing in the crowns of trees 
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Two powerful armies were getting closer 
And gnawed deep wounds in each other. 
On this crowd of mixed lives 
Sinking in rage and other people's blood 
The raven is circling, exaggerating the flame of war 

But [bad word] sword is a [bad word] reward 
For those who came to strangle freedom 
For those who brought suffering to our land 
For those who wanted to entangle with lies 
And wrath held a sword 
And stroke the unwanted ceaselessly 
For troubling gods 
For that the brothers will not see another dawn 

Under the Raven's black wings 
The winds [bad word] wrath [bad word] and calling 
Troubling the heads of sleeping trees 
The moonlight flashes of the blinding hope in the birds' eyes. 
The raven in the moon's eyes is as black as a wound 
Under the black raven's wings