Septic Flesh Shamanic Rite
From inside a cloud with the shape of a grey owl Scanning down the hill of an indian sacred site I can see a figure with hair white like snow The polar crystal breath Gyrating around the pyre like planet in orbit, Around the burning mass of a life giving sun Following the ways of the ageless Parallel not our paths can cross In a shower of meteor storm As you have sung for me Now I sing for you As you have welcomed me Now I welcome you The shaman From inside a cloud with the shape of a grey owl Scanning down the hill of an indian sacred site I can see a figure with hair white like snow The polar crystal breath As you have sung for me Now I sing for you As you have welcomed me Now I welcome you Let's take our place as stars in the night sky...