A thousand prayers for Old One-Eye
Thunder in the sky
Thunder in the sky
Thunder in the sky
Take another bite out of the moon
The time to fly is soon
It signals the doom
It signals the doom
Which way does the wind blow?
I don't know, we all collapse in the dirt
Which way does the wind blow?
I don't know, we all collapse in the dirt
The wind starts tracing out circles
I walks backwards and hope I don't fall
The wind starts tracing out circles
I walks backwards and hope I don't fall
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