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I've sworn a bow so sacred An ancient whispering so honoured The fall from grace of God Bleeding for a decade in respect The fall from grace of God Low in spirit - old in thought, so tired Evolution spinning psychotic backwards A road to madness walked by generations As the waves roll with the tide In your innerself you will hide As the waves roll with the tide In your innerself you will hide Our heritage - a sour ground Paper on table and pencil in hand An almost forgotten land