Crone Dance Lyrics

Crone Dance
Our movements are godlike, mirroring themselves
In the waves, the winds
The movements of growth

Where the inner impulse meets the outer force
A cure for the affliction of static destiny

Our bodies propelled by rooted urgency
Enthralled by expressive
Depressive ache

Where the inner impulse meets the outer force
A cure for the affliction of static destiny

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By our frenzied ecstatic knowledge shall the chambers be full...