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Protectors of our soil, the shades are moving again in eternal dance,

shadows wandering across the landscapes.

Protectors of our soil, the shades are moving again in eternal dance,

shadows wandering across the landscapes.

Where there is light, the call for darkness is strong.

It burns in the hearts of those of natural creation.

Protectors of our soil, the shades are moving again in eternal dance,

shadows wandering across the landscapes.

Protectors of our soil, the shades are moving again in eternal dance,

shadows wandering across the landscapes.

On a day of great rain they descent close to me,

humidity moving in silence, scraping the treetops.

Where there is darkness the skydancers take rest,

in ever-changing formations, within revolving elements.