Abazins
The Abazins or Abaza (Abaza: абаза, Turkish: Abazalar, Arabic: أباظة) are an ethnic group of the Caucasus, closely related to the Abkhaz and Circassian (Adyghe) people. They live mostly in Turkey, Egypt, and in Karachay-Cherkessia and Stavropol Krai in the North Caucasus region of Russia.
The Abazins originally inhabited the Sadzen region in the western part of Abkhazia and migrated from Abkhazia to Abazinia in 14th and 15th centuries. They later migrated to other regions of the Middle East in the 18th and 19th centuries. Their dominant religion is Sunni Islam.
Abazins speak the Abaza language, a Northwest Caucasian language closely related to Abkhaz and Circassian. There are two dialects of Abaza spoken in Karachay-Cherkessia: Ashkharua and Tapanta. The culture and traditions of Abazins are similar to those of the Circassians. On many old maps Abazin territory is marked as part of Circassia (Adygea).
According to the 2010 Russian census, there were 43,341 Abazins in Russia. An Abazin diaspora exists in Turkey,Egypt,Jordan, Syria, and other Islamic countries, most of which are descendants of refugees (muhajirs) from the Caucasian War with the Russian Empire.
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Hidden In White
by: AbsenceSolo - Patrick 0: 54
Solo - Peter 1: 01
this is a dead man's vision we face
thinly laced with promise and hate
diluted and slaughtered
by frost bitten conductors
a heartless dissection of grace
nailed down and force fed lies
soldiers steadfast, defeating the design
(Chorus)
we bare these storms
with fists held tight
this our last lifeless winter
hidden in white
we bare these storms
with fists held tight
this our final hour
hidden in white
Solo - Peter 2: 02
Solo - Patrick 2: 09
now sink your teeth into the cold
and sign away to the brand
a bastard mold
is there and end in sight,
choked blind by the bright
deceitful light
nailed down and force fed lies
soldiers advance, defeating the design
(Chorus)
we bare these storms
with fists held tight
this our last lifeless winter
hidden in white
we bare these storms
with fists held tight
this our final hour
hidden in white
Solo - Patrick 3: 10
Solo - Andy 3: 23
Solo - Patrick 3: 37
Solo - Peter 3: 50
and so unfolds, this bottomless drop
bound to this path by blood
we spit right back, back in the face
of the faithless (of the faithless)
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we bare these storms (we bare these storms)
with fists held tight
this our last lifeless winter
hidden in white (hidden in white)
we bare these storms
with fists held tight (with fists held tight)
this our final hour
hidden in white
hidden in white
hidden in white