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
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
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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