Curse ov Dialect - Shamans lyrics

[Verse 1: August the 2nd] Ward away evil spirits Cast a spell of peace and love Shine bright lights into night Burn fire torch towards dark path Prepare for armaggedon's aftermath Good and evil clash their heads Guardian angel watch over me Protected thee from wickedness Conquer all your inner demons White magic heal damaged souls Remove this hex from my life Transform curse into blessing-ing-ing! [Chorus] [Verse 2: Vulk makedonski] Evil feelings in most toast the saviour of self importance to overcome destruction we're falling evil actions as we rise above our own love tendencies clutch to the mind physically hurting beyond a bond evil stirring my own perceptions as energies smash against my wall of truth forgetting youth evil talking words that don't elevate higher than fate too late for ressurection persisting evil flying realms unimaginable to normal reality or formal gatherings evil eating away majorities manipulated by spirits understudies and believers evil leaders with metres of courage causing hatred conflict and all of the wrong sh** evil dies but it lies in our soul that we control unfold yourself and lend a hand to a man [Verse 3: Raceless] In the land of the wurrundjerI the men were called kulin The spirits of the land span melbourne not foolin' The tooradin lives on the base of the creek Celts didn't know the boon-wurrung knew this freak This ancient effigy combined with windorrerrer Despair as an old myth now engulfed the area The koorI clans warned us: don't disturb the bunyips for the kin that did were eaten and made redundant A plentiful farm of sheep colonial diseases awoke a serpant of the past for dreamtime never freezes.. Waiting in vain for these spirits to disperse Doctors and the clergy couldn't lift the curse Jerked jaws from tooradin in the scent of eucalyptus kooris elders can cure this business We pray for you to help us for our methods have failed Tooradin and windorrerrer need eternal jails! The spirits were maimed by the men in possum skins but how the hell did this madness begin? Sacred land destroyed by sin! [Chorus: Atarungi] Words describe yet still they hide the essence in our presence Language.. Is only relative when used in rational frames of mind Remember there are an infinite amount of frames De-emphasise re-emphasise.. Metamorphosis Glistening wings sing rhythmically Beating things to this sound called life The breeze played with leaves singing songs of the new world but who's listening?