The eagle, the crow
You can’t hide who you are
From mother to crone
You’ll try to bury us all
Wage war with your dreams
The serpent, the stone
We tried to break down the wall
To usurp the throne
But you opened the door
To a hollow ancient sleep
The eagle, the crown
You can’t hide what you are
The magic, the lore
The power of who’s come before
The Shaman’s March to sea