| Thousands of years,
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| before the dawn of history. |
| Ancient races tears,
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| are flowing like a river to the sea.
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| Where sacred river ran,
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| white deer had roamed the land,
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| brilliant twilight in our dreams.
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| Primitive child,
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| your unforgotten tribe calls to you.
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| Descendants we are one,
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| the tangled maze is broken once again.
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| A myth without a meaning,
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| you shade the light from the seed.
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| The earth and virgin soil watch it bleed.
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| The earth and virgin soil.
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| Red, white, black, in city masses,
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| corporate buildings spread like rashes,
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| stacked upon each other forty high.
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| Stabbed each other in the back,
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| you money-hungry maniacs,
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| dig up the earth and spit it in your eye.
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| To intrude this sacred land,
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| where the mortals have been banned,
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| where your own forefathers lie in rest.
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| To disturb this mountain side,
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| where in battle we did ride,
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| and our warriors where they lie,
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| the earth digest.
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| Hear our cry from down below,
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| let our restive spirits go.
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| You’ve trapped us in your world of sin,
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| let the plague begin, Damnation.
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| Your cities disappear,
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| to earth’s interior, don’t you know
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| you’ve got to let your spirits go, let 'em go.
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| You’ve got to let those spirits go.
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| Let 'em go!
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| You’ve got to let your spirit go. |