Ad Astra

Many years ago
 I happened on a place
 The shadows hanging low
 I could make out his face
 In an ancient mist
 They gazed into the flame
 Around a dying one
 They chanted out a name
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 They looked up to the sky
 Reciting ancient rites
 The trees began to sway
 Bathed in fluorescent light
 The embers in their eyes
 Fixed on the living dead
 Motionless he rests
 His skin was glowing red
 And as sure as we stand
 When we call with our four hands
 For the one from above
 Who will heal us with a touch
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 And as sure as we stand
 When we call with our four hands
 For the one from above
 Who will heal us with a touch
 And as sure as we stand
 When we call with our four hands
 For the one from above
 Who will heal us with a touch
 And as sure as we stand
 When we call with our four hands
 For the one from above
 Who will heal us with a touch
 I wish I was a mole in the ground
 Yes, I wish I was a mole in the ground
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 If I's a mole in the ground I'd root that mountain down
 And I wish I was a mole in the ground