- cifra
Traveling 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 united
Wanna choose the way they die
Look inside their minds
(echoes in the)
Actual tribe no longer sounds
The ancient teachings fail
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
