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Tales Told by the Fireside
By the Gangrel of the british Isles and Eire
As recalled by Qualin Hess, Wilderness blood of the Cammarilla, Journeymann of Eire
A song by Carlotta, Wilderness blood of Anarch,Warden of the Berkshire Downs and led the war against the Sabbat in
the South
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Ausvicate hi kher bro In Auschwitz there is a great house
Odoj besel mro pirano And there my Husband is imprisoned
Besel, besel gondolinel He sits and sits and laments
Te pre mande pobisterel And thinks about me
O tu kalo cirikloro Oh, you black bird!
Lidza mange mro lilro Carry my letter!
Lidza, lidza mara romake Carry it to my wife
Hoj som phandlo Ausvicate For I am Jailed in Auschwitz
Ausvicate bokha Bare In Auschwitz there is great hunger
Te so te chal amen nane And we have nothing to eat
Aini oda Koter maro Not even a piece of bread
O blokis bibachtl And the block guard is bad. |
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