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One with the tribe

Gone to the swamp

Oaths sworn in blood

Sealed with flesh.

Lurk in the night

Hide from the sun

Shake off the reign

Of the lash.

Breathe deep the smoke

Aside the wild flames

Speaking the tongue

Of the beast.

Flee from the bondage

Free from the chains

Denying the King

In the East.

Into the depths

Of the Great Dismal Swamp

We abandoned our acres and fields

A new house we found in the barren pine halls

We gather - the land of the free.

Forging allegiance, spoke tribal rhyme

Followed the call of the wild.

Leaving no traces, no letter will tell

Erased from the maps for all time.

Now hear the call

Of the strong hidden might

Track out

The utopian trace.

Our tendrils of light

Long soiled with wrong rules

Re-entwined with

The roots of our race.