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From clubs to steel

now rocks are drugs

The turning wheel

of time we feel

Blown out from our tents

into walls of cement

From a man in the world

to a world full of men



Anthill of souls

struggling for gold

With PCs and phones

we’re praying our God

Put countries together

to make a great reign

but genetic roots tell us

that a tribe we’ll remain



Ch.      Back to the fire!

            We’re dancing around

            the rhythm of forest

            makes our veins sound!



            Back to the fire!

            We’re screaming around

            deep in the forest

            a stag we will find!



Five fingers a hand

each one alone stands

together: it’s a fist

with the power of friends

Guitars like axes

this song leads the hunt

Smashing the paleface

of a lonely race



Ch.      Back to the fire!

            We’re dancing around

            the rhythm of forest

            makes our veins sound!



            Back to the fire!

            We’re screaming around

            deep in the forest

            a stag we will find!