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




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