The edge of continuity for dream and reality Shaman is dancing his dance of death The masks of the demonssurrounding me This is my wedding ritual that gives the violence The fog of the night, the dark water To run through the expanse of light The mysteries of civilizations That left the earth more of ten times return to me It gives no repose to me again and again
Standing in the forestand seeing the atricities All is inside me, and it comes back in the dreams The shaman dances, the masks are waiting for its demon The knife is in my hand The fog Will never crawl away My words are devoured by the bestial of silence And in invisible chains shackle my moves The dream continues it's gush to reality And the shaman drums louder the rhytm to his dance of death
