原文歌詞
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Haunted while sleeping.
Released from here and now by their ancestors.
Traditional ceremony once called archaic.
Found a true, deeper meaning.
New-born muses rise.....from Bolivian.
Eyes were open at last.
Disguised by an athem.
Blown by the northwind.
A message was served them.
They were chosen to abandon.
Their present way of life.
Ordered to return.
Enter their abinitioanimuses.
