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At dawn we ride!

Make for the mountain

woe to them that are with child,

we pray that our flight be not in the winter

It's hard to dig graves in snow and in ice

Discrete retreat

We know these paths on the back of our hand

Buckwheat - Bare feet

Preparing a funeral for the ones that destroy the land

Make for the mountain

Woe to them that are in pursuit

At the end of this road a dead end awaits you

Not a blind alley but a grave for your troops

At dawn we ride!

When the abomination of desolation

Is where he ought not be

Into the mountains we were forced to flee

But nothing can hold us back

We’ll sweep away the tyrants command

Like white water - Like white water

Pouring down the mountain side

In clouds of smoke and dust we ride

Like white water - like white water

Over plains so vast and wide

Wind in our back, and the sun on our side

Forever onwards like white water