Kurgan
Low the hunter of northeast realm
Tooth for totem and beast for helm
Descendants of the last Neanderthal
Climbed our fathers the cliffs of the mountain of Orall
Their blades were bronze and long and never
Dull, bound for hides and for the taking of skulls
Through the centuries we have endured on
On the path of the hunter that perpare us for war
We take trophies of the dead
So be careful not to lose your precious head
This is ancient holy ground by the Kurgan mound
With Sidian recurves up on dragon wings
The red haired asked brought the line of kings
Salmation mothers nurtured royal blood
And in Cairo the children ascended to gods
Through this winter and the lions came
The Exorcisers stole the red bull's name
God and Sacar became bane of the love
The Canus be wailing
The sex and the goth
We take trophies of the dead
So be careful not to lose your precious head
This is ancient holy ground by the Kurgan mound
We take trophies of the dead
So be careful not to lose your precious head
This is ancient holy ground by the Kurgan mound
We take trophies of the dead
So be careful not to lose your precious head
This is ancient holy ground by the Kurgan mound
Tooth for totem and beast for helm
Descendants of the last Neanderthal
Climbed our fathers the cliffs of the mountain of Orall
Their blades were bronze and long and never
Dull, bound for hides and for the taking of skulls
Through the centuries we have endured on
On the path of the hunter that perpare us for war
We take trophies of the dead
So be careful not to lose your precious head
This is ancient holy ground by the Kurgan mound
With Sidian recurves up on dragon wings
The red haired asked brought the line of kings
Salmation mothers nurtured royal blood
And in Cairo the children ascended to gods
Through this winter and the lions came
The Exorcisers stole the red bull's name
God and Sacar became bane of the love
The Canus be wailing
The sex and the goth
We take trophies of the dead
So be careful not to lose your precious head
This is ancient holy ground by the Kurgan mound
We take trophies of the dead
So be careful not to lose your precious head
This is ancient holy ground by the Kurgan mound
We take trophies of the dead
So be careful not to lose your precious head
This is ancient holy ground by the Kurgan mound
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Writer(s): Par Kurt Einar Hulkoff
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