The Moons of Bamay Crom

Ordo Natum Bamay Crom

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We are listen the sun.
Thousands moons of bamay crom.
All the childrens singen to Crom.
Are the childrens lost and alone.
Back to encanted of beast.
Return to years of rest.

Oh. My father sing to me. Bamay Crom.
Oh. My father sing to me. Bamay Crom.
Oh. My father sing to me. Bamay Crom.

We have learnt the new art.
And lieve great pleasure of joy.
The will of future from dares it.
Secret doubt for who didn't die.
The great sorrow of death.
Is discover that not lieve.

He knows what you'r thinking.
He knows what you'r time.
He knows what you'r making.

We are listen the sun.
Thousands moons of bamay crom.
All the childrens singen to Crom.
Are the childrens lost and alone.
Back to encanted of beast.
Return to years of rest.

Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
Save the soul.
With a body in lust.
Little child.
Sweet desire.
Your body was.
Like a carriage in water.

In the lands of spirits.
Childrens fall.
Childrens up.
Childrens play.
The stars shining in sky.
The shine of moon.
The wind in my face.
They smile.
They cry.
They fight.
To be continue your way.
The carriage is arrive.
Give your band.
Because, the thousand moon walk.

Bamay Crom

He knows what you'r thinking.
He knows what you'r time.
He knows what you'r making.

We have learnt the new art.
And lieve great pleasure of joy.
The will of future from dares it.
Secret doubt for who didn't die.
The great sorrow of death.
Is discover that not lieve.