Into the Night

Into the night, the great owl speaks to the fire fly, as he passes by

I know these woods, and I know this night,  I am the warrior of the time

I can hear the slithering of the snakes in their bed, and the frogs croaking softly

Into the night, the spirits of the wind, shall take us to another place, and we shall love

The miracle of the moon, the chanting of the tribe, I hear you, in the deepest of the sky

And now, is the time, the time for our native spirits to rest, in the shadows of our eyes

I can speak to the lightening in the sky, the flies will soon hide, and be in comfort in bed

And I shall find my place in the peaceful hollow of the tree, and believe in the miracle

Of a tomorrow that will never end, with our native blood, our native memory of the young

The spirit of the soul, the everlasting calm, of a world that has been touched by our hand

I shall see the lights dim, and I shall feel my warriors dream, in the night of a silent breeze

Into the night I will love, I will live, I will believe, and I shall always see

Into the night