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Walking thru the forest deeps

In agony of polynseeds

Foggy visions of the trees

And the ground falls beneath

Treelord's spirits play a riff

Of the oldest pagan myth

Wolves are howling wisdom words

About the trip of ancient wolhws

Passed the forest, passed the chase

Going thru the land of coal

Find the freedom in the mines

Full of magic blackened stones

Voice beckoning to the deeps

With impact of polynseeds

Shubin - spirit f the mines

Calls to serve him with blind eyes

The eternal caveman

Is walking thru the stalactites

And the endless mines

Watching him with black stone eyes