He said Black like Obsidian Land of the Indian Sound out the call This is mother's dominion
Bird of the thunder We don't go under We sing aloud We dont care for opinion
Oh sky horses Ancestor forces I hear the language I hear the language
Deep Wake from your sleep Swallow up the message And tell me what you see
I see constellations burning (burning, burning, burning) All the worlds they are turning (turning, turning, turning) But the music is my fortress (fortress, fortress, fortress) See I heard it in a chorus (chorus, chorus, chorus)
Last night I saw a blazing stallion Running through the fields of Babylon His dark mane on fire Singing of a spiritual empire