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Underneath the northern land

Under the sea a mile deep

Deceased a thousand years ago

Between stone and soil

A sacrifice to calm the gods

A sacrifice to empower the magic sphere

Initiate the ritual

Let the wind of the old sing its song

They came from nothing

They will be everything

They came from nothing

Grow old, time will stand still

Like taken out, our sacrificial lamb

Washed and brushed like a priced pig

Forever death will forever stay young

Let their spirit lead us to victory

Initiate the ritual

Let the wind of the old sing its song

They came from nothing

They will be everything

They came from nothing

Grow old, time will stand still

Initiate the ritual

Let the wind of the old sing its song

They came from nothing

They will be everything

They came from nothing

Grow old, time will stand still