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I….. I’ve seen the writing on the wall
Seen the mighty bastions fall And with them fall a thousand tears A hundred thousand years They have walked across the land Living with us hand in hand The Spirit lives inside of you The Caribou Would you ury it all Would you throw it away Would you give up your life For two hundred days Would you take from the land What you could never repay Leaving all this behin For two hundred days Oh, how the winds of time hae worn With the breath of newly born A great expanse of timelesseness So ominous And now, seeking wealth from underground Do we sell it by the pound We’re standing on the precipice of emptiness Would you ury it all Would you throw it away Would you give up your life For two hundred days Would you take from the land What you could never repay Leaving all this behin For two hundred days Strong as the raging sea Valdez is haunting me Black is the blood upon the sand Waging a bloody war What are we fighting for Black is the blood upon our hands Now, as the treasures start to rust Turn to ashes and to dust The castlery contrived in haste is laid to waste And now, in the light of what remains Will we do it all again A destiny to manifest Must lay to rest Would you ury it all Would you throw it away Would you give up your life For two hundred days Would you take from the land What you could never repay Leaving all this behin For two hundred days |
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