Traditions form a solid foundation
Keeping things from turning to chaos
Followers are locked in its iron grasp
Doomed to walk their simple path

Strange things follow children about
Spirits shriek through the dark night
While the wind whispers stories
Desperately calling to mans ignorance

Dancers float at the edge of brutality
Feet sliding over cracked earth
Pounded and toiled over, a drum pounds
Beating the rhythm of brothers bonds

These traditions appear over and over
What man can rule them just?
No tears are shed for those of evil
Those dying for a law that wasn't theirs

Their simplicity draws on others
Those from a foreign land
Parasites who feed on ignorance
Trying to turn son against father

These people pound out their own beat
Shaking the earth down to it's core
Fiercely pounding, competing to live
The simple heartbeat begins to falter

This beat, the earth upturned
Made everything begin to fall apart