Tribal tales,
the 1st stage calls.
Tumble scales,
the worst age stalls.
Tribal death,
all turn one.
Tumble breath,
there will be none.
Tribal memories,
shattered pieces.
Tumble treasury,
know what peace is.
As the tribal age finally tumbles, a fresh electronic synthesizer track says goodbye to the menace of human society. It's time, we become one.
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