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Facing the storm by the shore |
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In sacred colours her foremothers wore |
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Calling to the sea the Vardlokkur |
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In ancient tongue that none can understand but her |
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... Volva's call |
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Volva bring their messages to me |
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The seed that you will pass on to me |
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I hear the voices from within |
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Old wise one I am bare, I am prepared, |
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I'm ready to step inside |
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The circle's closing we hear the chants |
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Magic rhythms seducing us to dance |
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Eyes are closing, what will they see? |
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Lost in the search of ancient dreams and ages yet to come |
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The heat is rising, seething wild |
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Bodies trembling as the earth underneath |
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And when I'm falling into the depths of life |
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Drowning hearts in ecstasy, screaming for the dawn |
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... When our souls were young |
