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Mystery – wrought ritual Everybody's 'round the fire Their cops are red And talk about me Dark powers appear New Era begins They're changing the future They are coming to the daemons of the rivers I feel torture I feel torture Is it my body Or is it my soul I'm inside the circle I observe deafly Dark thunder.. To the ships.. Through fire.. Dark thunder ! Dark thunder through the ships to the fire