Accessory Secret Culture
The harvest of fortune is near
No choice, no voice - to describe
These signs are simply and clear
For the destiny of my tribe
i have seen some clouds of dust
coloured in blanket grey
ive seen the unexepted trust
in my possible delay
I`m a merchant with souls
I deal with their faith
Their response is my goal
This calling makes my grace
I`m the medicine man
I`m the medicine man
...
Their confidence was never more
Than in this confused times
They would be disappointed in me
If I don`t save them from decline
I took some boundaries of time
The wheel runs on high speed
I`m the fighter against the crime
My decision is to lead
I`m a merchant with souls
I deal with their faith
Their response is my goal
This calling makes my grace
I`m the medicine manc
I`m the medicine man
