Crone Dance
Lyrics
Our movements are godlike, mirroring themselves
In waves, the winds
The movements of growth
Where the inner impulse meets the outer force
A cure for the affliction of static destiny
Our bodies propelled by rooted urgency
Enthralled by expressive
Depressive ache
Where the inner impulse meets thе outer force
A cure for thе affliction of static destiny
My friends they don't scream
My friends don't crawl
By our frenzied ecstatic knowledge
Shall the chambers be full
By our frenzied ecstatic knowledge
Shall the chambers be full
By our frenzied ecstatic knowledge
Shall the chambers be full
By our frenzied ecstatic knowledge
Shall the chambers be full
By our frenzied ecstatic knowledge
Shall the chambers be full
By our frenzied ecstatic knowledge
Shall the chambers be full
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