Ophidian Forest - Shamanic Visions lyrics

We've all gathered 'round the fire Dressed in wolven skins Our shaman wise, he called us Utt'ring words of violence The raven's song had reached his ear A vision of the Cross His tongue was cut, his heart was torn The shaman's worst of dreams was born He warned of messengers of East They hail a false sunrise Theirs is a son of cunning words For you his sweetened lies In the clothes of peace they come Speak riddles of rebirth A threefold lie, a throne, a sky Forsake your father's earth We've all gathered 'round the fire Dressed in wolven skins Our shaman wise, he called us Utt'ring words of violence The raven's song had reached his ear A vision of the Cross His tongue was cut, his heart was torn The shaman's worst of dreams was born The voices of our ancestors We have to understand The voice of blood we follow Lest we not see our end Listen brave men, listen closely To the raven's song Have inner understanding Of the place where we belong