The
gathering of the souls
Under
the darkness afraid to share
The
secret what will be brewing
In
the minds in the woods
The
whispering of breezes
The
light dance in their eyes
Sitting
together in a circle
Watching
each every eye
“The
shout of ISA
They
want a short cut
They
want an easy work life
Spreading
fear once again”
The
gathering of the souls
The
wind keep them in constant charge
In
the light growing in numbers
In
the minds in the woods
“Put
it this way
The
change has to wait
When
it comes in our hands
We
better make sure it happens!”
The
whisper of the night
The
deal is strike
The
gathering of the souls
Every
one departs with the wind
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