Hypnotic Dream Vocal Trance, Tribal Ambient Music

High up above the mountain wall,
I hear the soaring spirit call.
On wings of silver and of stone,
it guides the traveler all alone.
It watches from the highest peak, the quiet freedom that we seek.
The movement of the ages is slow.
Watch the ancient shadows grow.
Awake.
The mountain eagle,
take me high.
Into the deep,
and open sky.
We are the shadow.
We are the light. Drifting away,
in the canyon night.
Hold me close,
don't let me fall.
Answering the silent call. Oh, canyon eagle,
set the spirit free.
You ride the breath of ancient air,
and lift away the heavy care.
The holy messenger of space,
that flies above this sacred place.
We rise toward the starry dome.
The sky-bound path is calling home.
The movement of the ages is slow.
Watch the ancient shadows grow.
Awake.
Mountain eagle,
take me high.
Into the deep,
and open sky.
We are the shadow.
We are the- The light, drifting away
in the canyon night.
Hold me close,
don't let me fall.
Answering the silent call.
Spread the wings,
wide and free.
Soar above
the silver sea.
Touch the wind
and the height.
Pure and calm
in golden light.
Ooh.
The mountain eagle,
take me high.
Into the deep
and open skies.
We are the shadow,
we are the light.
Drifting away
in the canyon night.
Hold me close,
don't let me fall.
Answering
the silent call.
The land remembers.