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A chill in the air |
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Atmospheric matrix sweeping on bohemian campgrounds |
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When the voices of violoins carry the entranced wanderers in a ring of firelight |
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Creating strange sorrowful dancing shadowy shapes blessed by |
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The scent of exotic incenses and spices |
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A nomad ritual of mourning for dryads and their sylvan kind |
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Torn from the earth by the fouls ...and as the roaring fire melts away the sadness |
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The cards of fate are cast to the west |
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In a last hope for these green lives |
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Torn from the earth by the fouls |
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A curse upon the emperors and their mighty delusions |
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May the polluted wind rightfully melt the wheels of gold; infect once and for all their corrupted shells ...and let them choke |
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These gypsy souls sang an ultimate cry |
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For the pain, for the suffering |
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Cause by clone-minded leprechauns |
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Purse-driven greedy assassins |
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These gypsy souls sang an ultimate time |
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For the pain, for the suffering |
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A feast of atrocity offered by so called nobles ...but now comes the |
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Djinn, make a wish... |
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The sour taste of blackened horizons |
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Compel free spirits to achieve mutations |
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In the name of the |
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Rooted Ones, united in silence |
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Let ancient ways of respect restore the rightful balance |
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Transmute these ashes into fabulous landscape |
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Water to wine is nothing...creators |
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These gypsy souls sang an ultimate cry |
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For the pain, for the suffering |
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Cause by clone-minded leprechauns |
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Purse-driven greedy assassins |
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These gypsy souls sang an ultimate time |
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For the pain, for the suffering |
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A feast of atrocity offered by so called nobles |
