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off throught the new day mist i run
out from the new day mist i have come
i hunt
therefore i am
harvet of the land
taking the fallen lanb

off throught new day mist i run
out from the new day mist i have come
we shift
pulsing with the earth
company we keep
romaning the land whil you sleep
shape shift nose to the wind
shape shift felling i've been
move swift all senses clean
earth's gift back to the meanign of life
bright is the moon hight in star light
chill in the air cold as steal tonight
we shift
fear in your eyes
it's later then you realized
shape shift nose to the wind
shape shift felling i've been
move swift all senses clean
earth's gift back to the meaning of life