Tribes

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. Repeat x6 The Tribe Repeat x6