Frost in the air. Northern lights brought me here
Where I walk, God walks with me
I only eat what the earth has offered me
No one owns the berries or leaves
Now you’re in my house, and you call me a thief?
You don’t understand
What it means to be of this land
You have to learn how to read marks on the trees
For the laws that you know, they don’t apply here
Such mighty words!
Are you God? I hadn’t heard
Are you the one who made the wind blow?
You must be great! A creation that can create?
The grass isn’t yours, and you don’t make it grow
You are a sham
Don’t you know who I am?
I do not fold my hands
I’ll never pray to your precious God
All that I need
Are ways to feed your greed; is earth beneath my feet
To have it all. To have it all
Shaman, you’re a fraud!
So leave and leave me be, I’ll drive you away
So leave and leave me be, I’ll drive you away
So leave and leave me be, I’ll drive you away
Shaman, old fool
Times change and so shall you
They will burn your house down and spit at your name
But thief beware: My song will linger here
And in time you will be sorry you came
My friend, save your breath. You’re chanting in vain
