Tribes - Neulore

Take your side

'cause tribes divide between robes and powers.

Brave or bleed, or the weak will die,

for the sake of pride

Whisper sigh;

shade the light of the rising fight.

Cold-in brings voices battle cries;

So, robes you’ll hides — you decide, you decide.

Steal-away,

feel the wave of the crimson stain.

Raise your worn-tattered flag you made

from the robe you betrayed, you betrayed.

You’ve always been fallin' behind.

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the Tribe

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