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Click hereIn the dead of night there is a calling
from a distant shore so far away...
drums of a world that is so lost in time
but full of a passion and a pride.
The beating drums grow more intense
in sound and louder in the night...
the native world are believers in faith,
they hunger to feel something different.
In the daylight magic and music
resound on their island so far away...
a volcano rumbles and shakes them up,
the gods of their world are speaking.
Voices speak in the strangest tongue,
they grow more powerful and have...
the magic of the ancients and sweet faith,
they hunger to seek something different.
With a roar they rule the earth beneath
them and their people fight so strong...
to keep what is theirs and has been for
such a long time in their island nation.
It's something different...
to keep faith alive inside that has
been there throughout the years.
A story of isolation and sacred ritual. A look from the outside in. Dramatically done.