It's the birth of a child, hidden from us all
Hiding from the only northern star
To protect us all from serving all the wrong gods
Here comes a child made of gold
Traveled from the seven seas, holy savior
Arriving from a mother's womb, ooh
Giving us a tongue to speak
Under murky shallow waters we wander
With a dialect of faith, ooh
We face the many faces that our prism holds
Crystals from our youth, carved out from our bones
Minerals from our reels, pouring from our bleeding sides
Ours to be complete
We face the many faces that our prism holds
Crystals from our youth, carved out from our bones
Minerals from our reels, pouring from our bleeding sides
Ours to be complete
For the nature of our kind
Crawl down the mountain, from your mountain
Let us feel your water, be triumphant
Choose your nation, that will serve your goals
Choose your nation, that will serve your goals
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