| Earth Ritual Preview
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| Night Of The Hawk
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| In all official circles
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| Across this big wide world
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| Between the radio stations
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| A coded message heard
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| No one knew the meaning
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| All our efforts seem to fail
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| But if they catch you listening
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| Then they’ll lock you up in jail
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| So we found ourselves a place we did not know
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| Tension in the air and a strange earthly glow
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| Then amidst the noise of a thousand people’s talk
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| There came a cry «It's The Night of The Hawk!»
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| The wind was raging, and the stars were black
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| We all knew there was no turning back
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| The gates of Hell stared in our face
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| Nowhere to hide in this wasted place
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| The curious folk who chanced to stray across this downland way
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| Heard the music blast apart
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| The games that politicians start
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| On English land the people dance
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| Like moths caught in a lamp
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| Where tribes of wanton peacocks strut
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| All waiting to encamp
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| So we found ourselves a place we did not know
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| Tension in the air and a strange earthly glow
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| Then amidst the noise of a thousand people’s talk
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| There came a cry «It's The Night of The Hawk! |