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Rakba, the Shaman Hero
09:56
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Standing in the grass
Singing Ancient songs
Conjuring the Spirits
his life is Everlong.
The people call him Rakba
though he'd rather have no name
he's the fabled shaman hero
playing dangerous voodoo games.
The people stand before him
they stare into his gaze
In and out of Focus
he sets their souls ablaze.
but A challenger approaches
with a cross held in his hands
he has no respect for Rakba
and he wants to take his Land.
The crossed man who claims superior culture
claims to follow him
follow, follow, follow
FOLLOW THE CROSS
Rakba the man of Ancient memory Simply raises his hands
Raises his hands
AND A FIREBALL! A FIREBALL! IS THAT A FIREBALL? A FIREBALL!
it soars across the land, summoned forth from Rakba's hands.
THE FIREBALL! THE FIREBALL! A FIREBALL!
so hot so fierce so Grand, zooming towards where the crossed man stands.
THE FIREBALL! IS THAT A FIREBALL? A FIREBALL!THE FIRE BALL!
so hot so fierce so Grand, it soars across the land
A fireball, a fireball, a fireball
Just a fireball, a fireball, Is that a fireball?
The crossed man is no match for Rakba is the boss.
Of all that is, of all that was, of all that's found, of all that's lost
He sings and shouts his song again for all to hear
Smiles at the road before him, looks back and sheds a tear.
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I Don't Like the Way
02:53
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i dont like the way we dont rock and roll
I dont like the way we sell our souls
i dont like the way we say it isn't fair
i dont like the way we dont even care
I dont like the way we dont even try
I dont like the way we dont ask why
I dont like the way that we laugh at the creeps
I dont like the way we cant even sleep
I dont like the way that we cower in fear
I dont like the way we that we choose not to hear
I dont like the way we sentence others to burn
and I dont like the way that we refuse to learn
I dont like the way but thats the way that it is
No I dont like the way but that's the way that it is
I dont like the way but thats the way that it is
we've got fat fucking gluttons and starving kids
where a man can rise to power with the highest bid
and we'll do all the things that history did
No I don't like the way but its the way that it is
I dont like the way we follow a cross
I dont like the way we slave to a boss
I dont like the way we pretend that we know
I dont like the way we have nothing to show
I dont like the way that we constantly change
I dont like the way that we stay the same
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The Middle
05:19
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Noise
03:45
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Noise, waves from a pluck
A tsunami from an eighteen-wheel truck
It's Noise, a sight to see
the subtle implications of tonality
I can make it I can give it form
I can help you find a relative norm
Noise, the falling tree
how every time you hear it, it has to be
just Noise, you gotta listen to see
the transfer of energy, reality.
You take it, you hear and conform
your voice without a mind seems to be the norm
you waste it on some pride-less performance
Its Noise and its nothing more.
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Pay the Toll
04:24
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Emptiness
05:00
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Words of Wisdom Spilling from your mouth
Teeth of Anguish chewing on your doubts
Eyes Wide Open staring at your self
Eyes Wide Open staring at your self
Fear Creeps in the lights go out
The voice inside your head begins to shout
The feeling in your heart begins to fade
The song of your life ceases to play
What would silence have to say
Screaming Silence, go away
I need to hear the sounds of the day
I need to hear the sounds of the day
but fear creeps in the lights go out
The voice inside your head begins to shout
The feeling in your heart begins to fade
The songs of your life they cease to play.
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