Драуг Ромэнэр - Стада Идут На Восток
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Speaking the winds, the voices subsided
amulets were lost in stems, hair,
But as before, the shaman squints into the chest of fire,
He calls them by names.
with whom to keep the secret?
Ask a question, save the answer

but thousands of roads scattered into the prophecies
to dead cities of forgotten architecture
herds go east, I see their shadows

Expand the pages of herbs, read dry ligature
Take a look at the stones of the shelter of the steppe kings
where, at midnight in the meadows, herds graze
Squaty leaders will drive
Not visible from the face
The night will creak, shaman
Everything is tight fog

Distant bonfires of obsession
Tugue bowstring wolf crome
The creaks of chariots
herds go east,
The herd goes east,
Kings go east
Fall Nits Aaaa
AEEAEAE AEEEE