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Cromlech — shadow, shape of man, Dreams of caves, and trees like walls. Sonm of Tragedies, beam of light, Bleeds the heart and veins enthralled. Steel in hand and thought’s command, Spirit forged in will and fire. Cromlech made by none we know — Grave of our primeval sire. Born from void — the stones arise, Circle bound in dwarven lore. Nature’s secret, silent eyes, Hide until the dawn once more. Cromlech — work of man or god? Dream of stones in forest hall. Reason stirs, and breaks the chains, From the mob’s decaying thrall. Cromlech — gene of old remembrance, Sign upon the seekers’ road, Guide for pilgrims through the ages… ’Neath the armor — aching soul. Ritual hymn to the ancient builders of stone. The song awakens the memory buried in earth - of those who raised the circles before the dawn of tribes, when will and spirit were one with the land. Cromlech — the symbol of forgotten strength, a monument of silence, blood, and time. On the cover — an ancient Bronze Age sanctuary, once dedicated to the solar cults. The band’s leader visited this site for ritual purposes - the photograph on the cover was taken there. Official merch - Militant.Zone and Heretic.Camp