Stepping Stones to our Realities - REAL FETISH
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Phoenix rising, from the flames,
Ancient symbols, people's names,
Modern Primitives, world's apart,
Express themselves, In Tribal Art.

Already had, the Tribal taste,
Of silver rings, below your waist,
But now you seek, a different pain,
That will leave, a perfect stain.

You take a trip, to Tribal land.
I don't have to, hold your hand.
Welcome sting, like burning knife.
This idea, is here for life.

I won't care, sands of time.
The fatal colour, below the line,
I've always known, the meaning in,
The burdens player, in blood and skin.

TRIBAL - MANO DESTRA,
Club Fetish CD,
The Ritual Compilation- 1997
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