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I'm burning tin 
To let it all in 
I'll draw down the moon for you 
Follow the old black elk 
You've been hungry far too long
Feeding off the spirits 
Small hours, hidden songs 

One circle
Wide as daylight 
The roots of Yggdrasil 
Under starlight 
Made from nothing 
The Earth is burning still 

Listen to the stories 
Find secrets in their sides 
Everything is waiting for you 
In the mountains of your mind 
Fill your guts with poison 
Just to spit out joyous glee 
Can you feel the rhythm?
Can you feel the beat? 

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