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Out in the marshland and deep in the woods |
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Something stirs from the past to live once again |
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Do you believe that there is life |
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In all that they told us was dead? [Chorus:] |
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Our land, sea and sky |
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Our land, our claim |
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Our land, sea and sky |
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The power remains |
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This faith that moved mountains, blue stone and earth |
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Has its roots in the past, it's rising again |
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The path of the serpent now trodden to dust |
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Is raised from its slumber to beckon us on |
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Nathrac! They ripped your innards out |
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Defiled the sacred land |
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But I believe the power remains |
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Reach out your hand |