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From morning dew his spirit rose

As birds awoke he learned to sing

Always wanted to keep her close

But learned to fly before walking

The clay that helped to forge his body can easily turn to stone.

Only the tears of joy can keep him a Shaman to the bone

The smoke talks to him in his sleep

The words of wisdom leap, leap, leap

He now feels running through his veins

The knowledge of a thousand men.

The boy knows his purpose, his duty, as a servant of the earth

His life will be an agony for it's nothing but a bright curse

Now find your path,

Through the thick, warm and damp

Smoke of the past

Smoke of the past

Growing in the maze of Landan city

Legs, make up, tattooed honeys and money

It’s easy here to lose sight of the sun

Hidden behind inflated butts and big guns

To heal he needed his own muse, an astral light

For his power would be dull during a moonless night