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Black Flags on a Blood-Red Horizon - text

The smell of fire - the smell of death come to life
Eyes on the horizon and an earthly paradise.
Ripping forth - into the unknown void
We've let our weapons rust for way too long
for land and for freedom
and our potential within
hunt down the tyrants
and scatter them to the wind
For the pride of the national state
The pyre awaits
set it ablaze!
Then hoist it high -
A black flag on a burning sky
Forward, Makhnovshchina!
Our time has come!
Our flags are black in the wind,
black with our pain, red with our blood
This is the sunset and the sunrise in one!
Tyrants, be gone! Freedom has come!
See the black star rising,
black flags on a blood red horizon

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