Overhead, on a snow-laden peak,
Where gods to the chosen would speak,
An old sage lost his mind in a trance,
The last one to know the mystical dance.
The last of a primeval birthright,
A keeper of wisdom arcane,
An equal to nature in his might,
So passes the last, an end to a reign.
Dancing in flames as the dawn is no more,
The smoke and the mist fall in love,
Light and the shadows are waging a war,
The shaman still dances above...
Tears fall from high to the earth far below,
A powerful soul meets the dawn,
Doing the rain dance atop dying coal,
The shaman will dance 'til he's gone.
Like a beast with a wound, in the hills,
Clawed away both ice and stone,
Answers he hunted more than thrills,
Not dead, nor alive, but alone.
The last of a primeval birthright,
A keeper of wisdom arcane,
An equal to nature in his might,
So passes the last, an end to a reign.
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Dancing in flames as the dawn is no more,
The smoke and the mist fall in love,
Light and the shadows are waging a war,
The shaman still dances above...
Tears fall from high to the earth far below,
A powerful soul meets the dawn,
Doing the rain dance atop dying coal,
The shaman will dance 'til he's gone.
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