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I retired to a towering mountain |
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Laid down in a circle of stones |
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For three days and for three nights |
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I listened to the skull of a bear |
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The sun burnt its sigil into my chest |
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The rain washed the evil away |
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Time spun itself around me |
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The moon casst its silvery shell |
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I rose up in circle of stones |
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Made my way down in the valley |
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Followed the banks of a rushing river |
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To a shore of an icy sea |
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The great bear growled |
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The thunder spoke |
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The mountain sThe skies lit up |
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They came carrying their torches |
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Appeared from the desolate dark |
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Approached me circling and swirling |
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Howling their battle-cries |
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That's when the bear was born in me |
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It rose on its legs beside |
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From a distance the crack of thunder |
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And the red cloud swallowed the sky |
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I rose up in circle of stones |
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Made my way down in the valley |
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Followed the banks of a rushing river |
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To a shore of an icy sea |
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And in the furthest corner of the North |
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On the edge of the world we know |
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With open arms embracing them |
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And I bared them my heart of hearts |
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Under the red cloud |
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Under the red cloud |
