A chill in the air Atmospheric matrix sweeping on bohemian campgrounds When the voices of violoins carry the entranced wanderers in a ring of firelight
comes the Djinn, make a wish... The sour taste of blackened horizons Compel free spirits to achieve mutations In the name of the Rooted Ones, united
: A chill in the air Atmospheric matrix sweeping on bohemian campgrounds When the voices of violoins carry the entranced wanderers in a ring of firelight
