Broken Circle

In a trance, under fever
 He is taken past the stars to the realm of souls
 A reunion of his ancestral lineage
 A promise of earthly rebirth
 "Dance for us and we will return!
 Forego the olden forms, know the Circle!"
 Astral vision brought to life
 He returns to teach the tribe
 A ritual Ghost Dance to summon those lost by war and famine
 A reverent display to restore all that's been removed
 Forming in circles and covered in war paint, invigorated
 With the beating of drums to guide their every move
 Dance to bring the harvest
 Dance to stop the end
 As the days and nights elapse,
 They all recite ancient prayers under the waning moon
 They call to elder souls to spare their doom
 He watches proudly as they step as one
 Yet as the winter approaches, he ponders when they'll come
 Fields unchanged, the tribespeople whisper
 Deprived of his power to speak with death
 Still the Ghost Dance remains
 Chants rising to the wind
 In a dream, out of darkness
 He is taken past the stars to a realm unknown
 Revelation of merciless deception
 Souls of the dead: shadow and myth
 "Dance for us and we will return!"
 Betrayed by the witch owl
 Broken Circle