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Turn the ship to the northwest side

Fill the polynseeds to waterpipe

Set your ears to hear the riffage sound

Set your eyes to see unknown ground

Mountain guards stand to green skyline

Mammoth yell tolls Siberia

Sacred piece of icy age arise

Dazed visions had become alive

Wisdom time is under sky

Of slowly hammered eagle's flight

Mountain reaches the smoke line

Prophesy is in your eyes

Smoke filled gardens to florise

Within the rocks of ancient ice

Motive's speeding thru the smoke

Of giant forest demon's tokes

Beasts of wool are singing song

Of the oath of polynbong

Tribe of old hunts saberteeth

With the eyes of sorcery

Believe in valley of thousand smokes

Inbreathe the haze of demontokes

Find the path to the ancestors' land

Wreathed in golden rocks of time