Nomad - Abacinate

Travelling through the time

Moving slowly in the sand

Knowledge is the weapon

Against the hunger in the land

Solitude met herself

Lessons from the primal step

Memories from an ending life

Liars can’t stop the tribes

Nomad, nomad, nomad, nomad

Brother is the son of rape

The blood that once unites

Wanna choose the way they die

Look inside their minds

Echoes in the…

Actual tribe no longer sounds

The ancient teachings failed

Movement of my culture

My beliefs have no more tales

Who are you to criticize

To judge and burn the tribes

The world will be extinct

And your flesh will rot with mine

Nomad, nomad, nomad, nomad