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Seaward they came
On the wings of the wind, on the edge of the flame
To these ancient shores
For the cancer they bring destroys as it roars

CHORUS
And it's tumbling down
You had your chance but it's tumbling down

White as the snow
And leaving no stone unturned as they go
Your sacred past
They violate and comsume to the last

CHORUS

Dark black harmony
Has nurtured the plains with a wild mystery
But times ruling sword
Is held tight in the hands of oppression's warlord

CHORUS

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