Paroles de Ancient ways
Triumph Over Logic
Southern wind
Blows through your hair
I shut my eyes
In silent prayer
A distant lightning
In the evening sky
You hold my hand
We start to fly
The storm rolls in
And time stands still
I see it all
It's crystal clear
The sands of time
Are washed away
The past is gone
We fly away
Ancient ways
Of wisdom lost
They're part of me
They're in my soul
I know their ways
They guide my hand
I write these words
To weave
This spell
Stones in a circle
A bright burning flame
Pounding the drums
As we dance
In the rain
Flames rising higher
Ghost of your breath
Hangs in the cold winter air
Don't be afraid
Don't look away
Chanting these words
Will show you the way
Look in the mirror
Look deep inside
Now shed your clothes
Now drink this wine
Familiar faces
Familiar thoughts
I have the power
I have control
I'll be you're teacher
Forget what you've learned
No need for books
And no need for words.
Stones in a circle
A bright burning flame
Pounding the drums
As we dance
In the rain
Flames rising higher
Ghost of your breath
Hangs in the cold winter air
Stones in a circle
A bright burning flame
Pounding the drums
As we dance
In the rain
Flames rising higher
Ghost of your breath
Hangs in the cold winter air
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