The golden myths
Dance in the night beside the golden mythsThey will appear as they truly are, tainted
It conspires the tormented jungle folk
who rest in the hilltops upon the open lands
Freedom inspires their creativity
Their lust for a civilization of traquility
Down in the townships accross broken lands
desolate buildings line the filthy streets
Disease, destruction and pollution bathe
We pray for gentle rain to cleanse us
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