Shamans

[Verse 1: August the 2nd]
Ward away evil spirits
Cast a spell of peace and love
Shine bright lights into night
Burn fire torch towards dark path
Prepare for armaggedon's aftermath
Good and evil clash their heads
Guardian angel watch over me
Protected thee from wickedness
Conquer all your inner demons
White magic heal damaged souls
Remove this hex from my life
Transform curse into blessing-ing-ing!
[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Vulk makedonski]
Evil feelings in most toast the saviour of self importance to overcome destruction we're falling evil actions as we rise above our own love tendencies clutch to the mind physically hurting beyond a bond evil stirring my own perceptions as energies smash against my wall of truth forgetting youth evil talking words that don't elevate higher than fate too late for ressurection persisting evil flying realms unimaginable to normal reality or formal gatherings evil eating away majorities manipulated by spirits understudies and believers evil leaders with metres of courage causing hatred conflict and all of the wrong shit evil dies but it lies in our soul that we control unfold yourself and lend a hand to a man

[Verse 3: Raceless]
In the land of the wurrundjerI the men were called kulin
The spirits of the land span melbourne not foolin'
The tooradin lives on the base of the creek
Celts didn't know the boon-wurrung knew this freak
This ancient effigy combined with windorrerrer
Despair as an old myth now engulfed the area
The koorI clans warned us: don't disturb the bunyips for the kin that did were eaten and made redundant
A plentiful farm of sheep colonial diseases awoke a serpant of the past for dreamtime never freezes..
Waiting in vain for these spirits to disperse
Doctors and the clergy couldn't lift the curse
Jerked jaws from tooradin in the scent of eucalyptus kooris elders can cure this business
We pray for you to help us for our methods have failed
Tooradin and windorrerrer need eternal jails! The spirits were maimed by the men in possum skins but how the hell did this madness begin?
Sacred land destroyed by sin!

[Chorus: Atarungi]
Words describe yet still they hide the essence in our presence
Language..
Is only relative when used in rational frames of mind
Remember there are an infinite amount of frames
De-emphasise re-emphasise..
Metamorphosis
Glistening wings sing rhythmically
Beating things to this sound called life
The breeze played with leaves singing songs of the new world but who's listening?