The Rising Of Our Tribe Lyrics - Abigor

I sent black birds to the sky 

I set a sign for my hate 

To darken the day 

To beat back the light 

(repeat) 

Winds storm above this wasteland 

A first flickering of rage 

Dark clouds keep me sheltered 

Don't move before moonrise 

Don't move before moonrise 

We gather in the name of our pagan ancestors 

The teutonic spirit burns in our hearts 

What once was ours will be taken back 

Rising our tribe like the upcoming winter-age 

Upcoming winter-age 

Like in the ancient days 

We honour the cryptic place 

Where we receive our visions 

Was christian blood sacrificed