I 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.
Bridge 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.
Chorus 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.
II 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.
Bridge 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.
Chorus 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.