The Ancient Ones

I hear their voices blowing in the breeze whispering beckoning / I see their faces in the shadows of the trees watching me peacefully / They speak to me in the stones and bones and crystalline visions / They call to me from the hills and the rivers, forests... The ancient ones The ancient ones The ancient ones I hear their song in the rhythm of the drum boom ba dee boom be dee I feel their strength running through my blood gifting me the life I lead They came before me now they implore me don’t forge