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