| As a gleam appearing far away in the landscape, the time has come
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| As if this flame was the visual rendering of my sensations
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| As a presence which keeps my senses awaken, the process is on
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| As if something should happen here now, my reason has gone
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| As I would penetrate my own soul, I feel in my own stomach
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| It’s the moment which unfolds toward the infinite
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| It’s the moment that should have happened
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| That explains all the others
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| That’s always been there, which is the cause, the instant and the destination
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| It’s the moment when the curtain falls, it’s the moment when you face what you
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| are
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| We run naked in the forest, our heads are trimmed with antlers
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| Everything is now no more but an explosion of wailings
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| It’s ultimate animal frenzy, forest’s spirits tongue
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| Bodies move around and torn in a boundless violence
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| Que l’esprit des ancêtres prenne possession de moi
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| Qu’il me dirige et que rien d’autre ne soit
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| The tribe moves as an ensemble
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| Gesticulations are triggered by the same pulse
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| It’s the time when the setting reverses
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| Spirits become everything and people dissolve into intangibles
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| It’s the face of the forest’s spirit which makes an appearance
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| This incantation fills the whole universe
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| Cause we’re the children of the moon, the animal totally assumed
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| Cause we’re the children of the moon, She’s the mirror in which christians
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| don’t dare to look
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| She talks to us from deep inside our soul… |