we are spirits passing through the doors of time

with an invitation heard before we find

shadows on the mountainside

eagles find the souls they hide



and the outcast child enchanted by the sun

will he seek his shelter never knowing one

shadows on the mountainside

eagles find the souls they hide



sHadows on the mountainside

cover me with sleep

because I need it now



and the red rivers flow

to seas

and she will return

to me

and then all that I am

is in her hands

and I will return to her

and then

I begin