Hypnotic Dream Vocal Trance, Tribal Ambient Music

High up above the mountain wall,
I hear the soaring spirit call.
On wings of silver and of stone,
it guides the traveler all alone.
It watches from the highest peak, the quiet freedom that we seek.
The movement of the ages is slow.
Watch the ancient shadows grow.
Awake.
The mountain eagle,
take me high.
Into the deep,
and open sky.
We are the shadow.
We are the light. Drifting away,
in the canyon night.
Hold me close,
don't let me fall.