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Deep in the soil where the cold roots grow (ooh,
low hum) Under the arch where the black rivers flow
Carve the mark in the ancient stone
Nocturnal shadows, we walk alone
Rural dust
on the old altar-place (ahhh)
Time
erases
the lines of the face
Carve the mark in the ancient stone
Nocturnal shadows, we walk alone
(ooh, hummm)