Burial Mound

Above the mountain high
Down in the valley low
There is an eagle there
And it will take your soul

Down in the leaves of grass
There lies a hate that grows
And theres a man down there
And he shall steal your soul

And there ain't no man I know
Who can control the wind
He can fly his mighty sail
Sail himself down straight to hell

I traveled cross the land
And found no seed of good
There was a naked babe
Among a pack of wolves

Down in the fields of grey
The wolves did raise a son
His soul was made of clay
He was the chosen one

And there ain't no man I know
Who can control the wind
He can fly his mighty sail
Sail himself down straight to hell

Down in the leaves of grass
There lies a hate that grows
There is an eagle there
And she will steal your soul

There ain't no man I know
Who controls the wind
He can fly his mighty sail
Sail himself down straight to hell