Trailing out through the golden dawn
veering into the angry swarm carried by the birds into the dark. swooping down through the blurry clouds
peeling back the enormous shroud
to release the beast that lurks behind

mother nature calls your name
leads you to an open space
the winter is coming and you have no time to waste

later on at the _ lair, see the birds melt into the air
no one could protect them from the sun
blazing on for another world, setting off through the silent swirl
think of all the faces they may know

mother nature calls your name
leads you to an open space
the winter is coming and you have no time to waste

free at last now, the bird has flown
looking down from his floating thrown
just a lonely stranger in the sky
down below, people walk the road
they never pause as they scurry home
they never see the birds are floating by