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Once hymns of priests |
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of the hidden art reverberated |
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through my rocking body |
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I am the forest, i am ancient |
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My roots loom deep into time |
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by ancient thoughts |
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by a rediciulous god, |
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by persecution and appression |
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they were banished out of me |
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I am the forest, i am ancient |
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I am the Throne of the old gods |
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but enter my heart of stone and kindle |
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the old fire of the dark guild |
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stimulate me, the time is right |
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to join in the complaint song of wolves |
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see how the sign is blazing again in my heart |
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the sign of devilish existence |
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the lords of hell are by your side |
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I am the forest, I am ancient |
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I am the oracle of this world. |
