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Wasteland Shamanism

from Sandstorm Chronicles by Hellcrawler

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Oh, I feast on these forces, induced on myself through a magic dream
A black drink made of existence, tests my inner persistence

And as I fly

I see the sky is bending, and no, I ain't pretending
To guide the ark, as it gets dark
I see the sky is flashing, spirals of hate are dashing

The visions glow and now I know

How could I have ever known, these visions’ power
Eats on my life but heals up the soul
How could I have ever seen, without this potion
This life was unreal, along with my fear

It doesn't make sense now, a vision of the whitest room
A circle of people around me, as I'm breathing in more magic fume

And as I lie

My visions are ending, through them I'm ascending
The Shaman I see, his face, HE IS ME!

A vortex of powers forms over my head,
As I regain my senses chained to a bed

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from Sandstorm Chronicles, released June 3, 2016

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