Текст песни Secret Culture

The harvest of fortune is near
No choice, no voice - to describe
These signs are simply and clear
For the destiny of my tribe

i have seen some clouds of dust
coloured in blanket grey
ive seen the unexepted trust
in my possible delay

I'm a merchant with souls
I deal with their faith
Their response is my goal
This calling makes my grace
I'm the medicine man
I'm the medicine man
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Their confidence was never more
Than in this confused times
They would be disappointed in me
If I don't save them from decline

I took some boundaries of time
The wheel runs on high speed
I'm the fighter against the crime
My decision is to lead

I'm a merchant with souls
I deal with their faith
Their response is my goal
This calling makes my grace
I'm the medicine manc
I'm the medicine man