Wigwam Prophet song lyrics

Tending consciousness

Land toward which statecraft

And living spirit

In a hundred years will seek

Each other for the first time

Land, time suppliant

In which the last of the chosen few

Stands lost in the strait of the narrow

Statecraft, promised remorse

Out of which deceit and power greed

Confided centuries ago

Living, denied fulfillment

From which no turning back

Spirit, creator peregrine

Who shall want nothing

Radiant the commandment

That the skimmer too

Illuminate, it's mutilated

Shadow