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Long time ago in these hidden lands
The people suffered a terrible curse
In the highest mountain lived the pillan
His power the fire burned all the ground

A cinnamon branch we must carry high
To the top of the mountain where lives the pillan

The condor will fly and carry our branch
Straight to the top the mountain of fire
The curse will be broken the snow will fall
And cover the fire enclosing the mighty pillan

There is only one way, to carry the branch
An old witch said, we must set a trap
A virgin must die, their heart we must join
With a cinnamon branch, as a gift to the condor

A cinnamon branch we must carry high
To the top of the mountain where lives the pillan

The condor will fly and carry our branch
Straight to the top the mountain of fire
The curse will be broken the snow will fall
And cover the fire enclosing the mighty pillan

Our people cry for the virgin's death
Their bravery will never be
Forgotten eternally
Her sacrifice will prevail

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