We wear the cloak of feather and bone
Root and branch carved into our skin
We sing the primal scream
We bang the spirit drum
We eat the flesh of gods
We drink the blood of life
We howl the moon to rise
Pregnant with life, we are the dead
We are shaman
Hear us roar…
Root and branch carved into our skin
We sing the primal scream
We bang the spirit drum
We eat the flesh of gods
We drink the blood of life
We howl the moon to rise
Pregnant with life, we are the dead
We are shaman
Hear us roar…
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