Dead Indian - Burial Mound lyrics

Above the mountain high Down in the valley low There is an eagle there And it will take your soul Down in the leaves of gra** There lies a hate that grows And theres a man down there And he shall steal your soul And there ain't no man I know Who can control the wind He can fly his mighty sail Sail himself down straight to hell I traveled cross the land And found no seed of good There was a naked babe Among a pack of wolves Down in the fields of grey The wolves did raise a son His soul was made of clay He was the chosen one And there ain't no man I know Who can control the wind He can fly his mighty sail Sail himself down straight to hell Down in the leaves of gra** There lies a hate that grows There is an eagle there And she will steal your soul There ain't no man I know Who controls the wind He can fly his mighty sail Sail himself down straight to hell