we come from a land of mystery our tracks obscured by history a long tradition of infidelity lost
when we die we return to earth our atoms scatter, our souls disperse o fearing heaven while we reign on the earth it's only matter that rides in the hearse
born of fire, wind and ice we greet the earth and we're here to entice we'll be your savior, your secret vice arm-in-arm we'll dance through the night
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