He passed his life searching for the cure,
he was not sure man cannot fly
Pray men, a pray against your fear,
you'll see the truth beyond the fen.
You'll see the stars, far in the North,
Storms of golden birds will lick your ears.
Inhale, exhale, inhale,
feel your senses reaching a vale...
He saved your souls, Oirat-golden speech,
he undressed you from unpure clothes.
This was the first world, pure, eternal,
before the curse, a plague impossible to cure.
A new man will appear, red ears, black nose,
with a flute some notes, then your fear
will turn to joy.
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