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Used to sleep in the cold

between a fire and a circle of wolves.

There’s a village where the wood gets low

there nothing’s said but something told.

From a gipsy girl you bought with a kiss

a response and two eyes to miss

She said:”Take your head out of the sand,

son of the brother of who rules the land!”

The wizard in the golden hall foretold luck for his reign

but the old man in the cavern said:

“You’re a diamond in the rough state”

He burned the boughs,they wrote on the rocks

until the stone got warm:

- Seed of a killed king, father of the storm! -

“Throw your mantle!

Show your ring!

People waitin’ to fight and sing!”

To the meeting at the stones !

all their sickles now are swords

North and South,West and East

swear the oath, raise their fist!

Hear the noises of the crowd

you should hear those who cry loud!

Hear the whispers of the ground

it waits for thunder to come down!

“We are waitin’…deliver us!”

They’re waitin’ for someone to deliver’em.

“Come the storm!”