The Hidden Hand - The Last Tree | Текст песни

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The jaguars book tells of things to be,
A deeper look already there to see,
Reminds us of a noble prophecy,
The end of man when dies the last tree.

The serpent flies along the golden road,
An argent mile of wisdom to bestow,
To seek the good in humaity,
So ends life when ends the last tree.

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