You inherit the fortune
of my existence
soul brother
We wore Shaman robes
took our mother
to the other
side
Waved off death-riders
fell naked from blue sky
surviving
(like it was nothing)
peace in paradise
valley
We roam like mongolian
soldiers
spitting flames from
iron horses
Nothin' but old
souls
we embrace only
the faithful
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