A. S. M. (A State of Mind) - Doubt lyrics

[Narrator] Afternoon light illuminates the pastures On the hillside time is elastic Just beyond the path trodden over time The only object in motion a figure that's approaching Million different tales from a million different lands In his eyes, and his hands withered by wind and the sands Antiquated relic of the past Nomadic wanderer, hermit with a staff [Shalim] I've been earning me a fast reputation in the camp As a versatile hunter for the dinners that we have under moonlight Drumbeats and dance go hand in hand Not a chance I could leave this land I gotta check yesterday's snares for hares and such Thus better bring a net and a wary touch Deep into winning the respect of the elders and the women For the k**ing of the protein carriers [Kain the Poet as The Wild One] Talisman is that you? [Shalim] No, I'm Shalim from beyond the lagoon [Kain the Poet as The Wild One] Are you wearing that crescent on your Amulet Or is that crescent wearing you? Do you know who you are? Out! Doubt! Out of the pouch There's nothing here for you, bounce! Dreams, celebrations, qwa-qwa, bla-bla, bounce! Here, this pouch is for you Boil it, Drink it down to the bottom Safeguard your lady at the side of the mountain and climb to the top The oracle at the center is the bounce of the kangaroo When the body of the soul of tongues sings You will sing the song of tongues Later you will remember then you shall bounce Talisman, what? Listen! The dream is a dead figure in history! The eye of the needle is always now! Bounce! [Narrator] Back in his sanctuary no rest Soaked in stress, trying to digest the implication Pulls the root from the sack at his hip Brews a little potion puts the gla** to his lips ----- The next morning he awakes from a haze with a new found clarity Writes the best words he can write She still sleeps, one long last look for the road and he's gone Gives in to the dawn [Shalim] Although I know it's gonna break my heart in two I know now what to do regarding finding who I am And starting by unwillingly departing my beloved garden My soul mate and everything I've come to bond with The elders of the commune, the laughs The scenery, the freedom - the past [Narrator] Fading into distance, un-trodden path Nomadic wanderer, hermit with a staff ----- Months pa** As shalim searches for the oracle The masked tyrant king dumile continues his crusade in the west Led by the king's son rongon the conqueror The troops bear the crest of the mask on their chests Stony is the path on the quest Blood thirst rages in the age of the wolf