Preferred Band/Artist: The Soil
Verse 1:
This is the ancient lullaby.
Echoing voices.
Of old men cry
Calling is forth
From our mourning
No more yearning
Chorus:
Our glory days are here
Strip yourself bare
Don't hide from me
My temple doors have welcomed you
In my feast you will share
Verse 2:
This is the ancient lullaby
Sounding the call
Lest our salt runs dry
Standing still
In the fire we fall
Already burning
Chorus: (x2)
Our glory days are here
Strip yourself bare
Don't hide from me
My temple doors have welcomed you
In my feast you will share

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