Tribal Circuit

(huuuuuh) (haaaaah) Walk into the fire,

feel the ground

Listen to the weight,

a heavy sound

We are only dust,

we are only clay

But we can chase the night away (heya-heya)

Let the spirit wake

Every promise we make (hey!) (ho!)

Dust upon our feet,

wind in the trees

Bending to the force of ancient breeze

Moving in a circle,

finding home

Underneath the vast and endless dome

Oh,

the fire burns bright in our chest

Oh,

we find our peace in the unrest (heya-heya) (huuuuuh)