The natives talk of the shaman at the hill...
Too many seasons passed, where no leaves fell...
They say he's responsible for making the panther blend in at night...
For the moon giving you opportunity to see passed life...
To realize that death, is nothing but a stage...
A process in every living thing not just man...
The flowers dance, the flowers nap...
The buffalo graze while the Indians laugh...
Peyote dreams, ancient rituals, where the blood is worshipped...
Where the pyramids align with the ideas of the star man...
An astronaut before the astronaut...
A spaceship at the ancestors eyes...
A sun god, earth, wind and fire...